Spiraling Pink Glaciers
This song is from the perspective of a monster. It reads as a letter that an active criminal sends to his old colleague who, at the time of the letter, is in prison for something they were both involved with. The narrator claims “You held in your tongue, cause I never forgive”, which is basically saying you never snitched on me because you know I’d have you killed. The narrator himself reveals, in his letter, a small window of his ruthlessness. “The lucid are scared, calculating their debts and so they turn to pills and I fuck them to death”. He’s a drug dealer who preys on the people in his neighborhood. He takes advantage of their stress and hardships, offers them narcotics as a means of chemical release and then exploits their addictions, figuratively fucking them to death. The narrator’s old friend, the person whom the letter is addressing, has spent the last three years in prison. The first line “The law set fire to us and this cum-covered couch, you went upstate and I stayed here strung out” is saying that their criminal operation was busted by the police and their apartment, containing a couch covered in cum, was raided. The friend went to jail and the narrator managed to squirm out of charges. The primary refrain in the song “dread, it’s the tits, it’s the shit, it’s the best” is the narrator’s testament to the benefits of exploiting people’s suffering. He loves dread because he’s able to use it to his advantage and scrape out a living for himself. The title of the song “Spiraling Pink Glaciers” is supposed to be the narrator’s fondest memory. He remembers swimming in a glacier-fed lake with his mother far from the hustle of urban life. The irony is that even during this seemingly innocent event in his childhood he was high and his mother was drunk illustrating just how deeply substance abuse is engrained in his person. In the letter, he updates his friend how things are going on the outside. “Outside feels dull, outside is lame, so I collect guns, so I locate veins”, suggesting that the narrator almost longs for prison life since being on the outside can be so mundane and void of brutality. The lines “Boy toy for sale, wig not included. Auctioneers take rep and cigarettes” are expressing how the narrator is making fun of his friend who is most likely being raped and passed around the prison in exchange for reputation status and cigarettes. Perhaps the most insulting part of the letter are the lines “still sell to your kids, still sell to your girl. Benzos in her purse, oxys and candies. She gets them for free when she begs on her knees”. The narrator is constantly supplying his friend’s kids with drugs and he’s managed to get his friend’s wife so addicted to pain killers and anti-depressants that she pays for them by having sex with the narrator. So in summary, the narrator is writing his friend to tell him that if he snitches on him he’ll kill him, he’s making fun of his friend for being raped in prison, he’s bragging about selling drugs to the neighborhood including his friend’s own family, and he’s fucking his friend’s wife and giving her drugs as compensation. “Business is business, but it’s power for me. Your girl is afraid and cowards are prey”.