From the album Your Day Will Come
This is a suicide note written to someone who can't hear it. The speaker confesses something unforgivable in the intro, then spends the rest of the song begging different versions of an absent guide to finish what guilt started. Water and slaughter collapse into the same destination because the speaker has stopped caring which one arrives first.
I should fuckin' burn in Hell for what I said to you
The confession never gets delivered. The song addresses this person once, then abandons them entirely for a parade of stand-ins: The Little Prince, the water, the slaughter itself. The speaker is too afraid to actually face whoever they wronged, so they turn the apology into a suicide rehearsal instead.
Jumping out of buildings, and the earth looks like a mirror / Seventeen days the little prince was in your ear
The Little Prince reference might be about isolation or a voice promising escape , but what matters is the speaker's complete detachment from their own body. They are already falling. The earth becoming a mirror means they are watching themselves disappear, not experiencing it.
Lead me to the water, save me from the slaughter
The command flips mid-line without acknowledgment. First the speaker wants to be led toward death, then saved from it, as if the contradiction might cancel out and leave them nowhere. This is someone who has argued themselves into paralysis. The desire to die and the fear of dying are running on the same track.
And the days still move, and the window closes slowly / Still dream about it
Time keeps going and the speaker resents it. The window closing slowly is the worst kind of mercy because it means they are still here, still waiting, still dreaming about the moment they finally let go. The slowness is the cruelty. I'm not sure if they want the window to close faster or stay open forever.
Yeah, take me to the water / Show me to the slaughter
The final plea drops 'lead me' and 'save me' for the blunter 'take me' and 'show me.' The speaker has given up on being guided. They just want someone else to make the decision for them. Water and slaughter are interchangeable now. It doesn't matter which one happens as long as something does.
The song ends exactly where it started: asking to be taken somewhere the speaker is too afraid to go alone. Nothing resolves because the structure is designed to loop. This is what it sounds like when guilt and suicidal ideation occupy the same space and neither one knows how to leave.