Nine Inch Nails

Mi grupo favorito es Nine Inch Nails, me gusta la música y la letra de sus canciones. Mi canción favorita es Only y The hand that feeds, la última la explique en la clase. Y, only me gusta porqué la letra de esa canción es como yo veo la vida, pero en una manera positiva, no con rencor o dolor, como puede ser esa canción.

La canción habla de como cada cual está solo, en la inteligencia de que hay muchísimas personalidades diferentes y cada una es "un mundo", porqué al final no existe acto desinteresado y hasta regalar algo nos va a traer beneficios. Creo que si todas las personas en verdad entendieron esa, serían menos egocéntricos y se darían cuenta de que entre mejor estén las personas que los rodean mejor estarán ellos. Podría ser la vida de una persona como una película en la que la persona principal es ella misma y todos los demás son secundarios; en la vida de la otra persona tú eres secundario, sin importar cuanto te quiera.


"Only"
I'm becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well you might say I'm losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself [x2]
Sometimes I can see right through myself

Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore (no it doesn't really matter anymore)
No it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself [x2]
I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself
And it worked. Yes it did!

[Chorus:]There is no you
There is only me There is no you
There is only me There is no fucking you
There is only me There is no fucking you
There is only me Only [x4]
Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad
I just couldn't leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through
Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why Things aren't as pretty
On the inside