“Does it kill? Does it burn? Is it painful to learn that it’s me that has all the control? Does it thrill? Does it sting when you feel what I bring?” - Maroon 5, Harder to Breathe
Somebody has some weiner issues! There’s a lot of questions in this lyric from Maroon 5 frontman Adam Levine, and God, I hope there are a lot of multiple answers. Because right now, this thing reads like an ode to the Predator of cocks. Judging from the back half of this thing, it sounds like some skinny kid wants you to know that he’s bringing the thunder between his legs. He’s telling you that he has a giant rod and that you are going to feel it. And oh yeah, it’s going to be thrilling. The first half though, also sounds like some weird penis power trip, but by someone who has no clue about what anyone interested in sex would be into. “Does it kill? Does it burn?” God, I hope not. Killing, burning penises are powerful, but in a so fucking sick who would ever want to hear about kind of way. This thrilling, burning, giant dick is like Godzilla. Sure, it’s thrilling and in charge and some people survive it, but most people in Tokyo would just as soon rather it stayed under the ocean and never reared it’s head in the first place.