El will not let such a thing occur while he’s around, and expresses that nobody else would agree with the “sacrifice device” (suicide) and the supposedly “insurmountable” regret that led to it.

The suicide victim has not solved the problems they have created for others with their death, nor have they achieved a sentimental, poetic ending to their life story.

El-p aggressively asserts that should the unnamed person (possibly himself) contemplating suicide go ahead with it, their memory would not be a positive one. It is no longer a decision that rests solely with the contemplator, and all the drama that preceded it has ended.

This verse seems to be El responding to his own bleak thoughts in the previous two. This line essentially means that suicide is not an easy fix; for all the problems one might think they would solve if they killed themselves, it is the ones left behind who truly suffer. To think otherwise is ignorant and selfish.

Being born in the city, it’s easier to get caught up in its seedier side.

Some nice poetry here. El-P basically saying that he stands in the center of this beautiful scene, but seems out of place: lost and alone, trapped with his thoughts.

The hook used in the album’s opening song “Tasmanian Pain Coaster”: things have come full circle.

The same spot he’s been hanging at for years.

Nice wordplay here. If you start shit, Vast would fuck you up so that you’d have to be put in the Intensive Care Unit, or for sort, I(’ll) C U.

If you thought you had Vast beat, think again. That shit’s a hologram, or in other words, not real.

He also says “Artoo!” in the whiny bitch voice that Luke used in the entire first Star Wars movie.