For those of you who have never heard the name Celldweller as an artist, this article will most

likely end up useless to you, so just ignore it. However, Celldweller fans would definitely find the topic interesting. Since lately it has turned from simple song lyrics to a major open discussion with questionable meanings, I have decided to fill you in on what you might be missing and hopefully present the tons of information that is out there in the form of comments in a compiled manner. Next, I will attempt to decipher the meanings of the songs lyrics, based on that which we do know the meanings of for sure. As you know, Celldweller is no artist name, neither that of a group or band. Its the name of a project and the person behind is known as Klayton. His real name is Scott Albert. Being a Celldweller fan, you would definitely want to define the genre of the musicand you will face the rocks. Globally, Klaytons music includes rock, metal, electronica, dubstep, drum and base, ambient, techno, trance and more. In fact, this has turned out to be so originally approved, that people have begun to refer to the genre as Klaytonstep. The interesting part is that many of his songs consist of genre fusion, rather than be recognized with just one. Same goes for one specific track, called The Last Firstborn. Celldweller as a project has become the high point of Klaytons career, where he has produced not only favored sounds but really interesting lyrics to follow. Some of them are quite complicated and refer to very specific things, although almost never clear and certainly not apparent. Now, as any good analyzer would know, music as almost always written as a reflection of an emotion, a feeling or an event, all based on things that have actually happened in real life and have something to do with the artist himself. Tap into Klaytons biography and you will clearly see what this is all about and possibly even get the why? answered. As for the lyrics themselves, we do know there are only two people mentioned: the Artist and another person. Furthermore, the tale revolves around those two people alone, which suggests that either Klayton is telling us about someone from his real life or hes just involving himself in a really well-twisted fantasy tale. Lets begin the interpretation:

Oh man I cant believe that you did what they said you did
First of all, who are they? If the artist is to hear about something shocking from them, this means he has been visually separated from the other person for an unknown period of time, which also includes restriction for news around that person. Needless to say, in common understandings, no person would ever use a sentence like that unless something really bad has just happened.

And to this day Ive still gotta say that in my mind I question it To this day now makes it clear that a long time has passed since whatever happened has happened. In
the way these words are going, there is a good probability this is just a fragment of the Artists memory and hes having a flashback. If after so long this is the expression of the artist, then the person in referral surely has to be someone dear to him, either a friend or family.

I wish I knew what you had meant before you went and left me wondering to just an echo of your
voice This person is now no more, possibly dead, lost or long gone by other means. Sadness and sorrow have now entered the picture. The Artist is confused and just cant make out the meaning of the other persons actions in the past. When people lose someone dear to them, more often the only thing that jumps around their mind are words spoken by the one they have lost.

Listen
It could either be the beginning of the words themselves unfinished, or an attempt for the Artist to communicate with the other person.

Now I wait to take my turn to bleed

The situation is so bad that without the presence of this other person, the Artist literally just waits for his turn to be finished. Its either that or the level of desperation is so unbearable that the Artist just gave up and accepted the inevitable.

Like a kid playing with the razorblade Playing with the razorblade is another way to say taking my chances. The outcome is unknown, it
could pay off and it could also be your undoing. If he chooses to mention a kid instead of a grown person, it pretty much explains how the chances to avoid the negative outcome are slim to none.

And wonder if I have the balls at all or am I gonna be afraid

Of course, to be left alone in self-doubt is possibly one of the worst imaginable things to happen to an adolescent. 'Where are you' Apparently the person in question is not physically at presence. Perhaps gone to another place, or even dead, it doesn't matter. He is appointed as the only other interlocutor in this conversation, which can all too well be a one-sided. If the artist uses this approach, it would suggest this other person is missing in times of need. 'What do you think' Now things are clarified. This expression is a mocking blame. It looks like this figure has been missing for quite a while. Regardless if he is at fault or not, he is being blamed by the artist. 'Cause I'm not sure when knocking at death's door if I will be welcome in or be left alone outside' Something isn't wrong with existing. The artist is hoping to put an end to his life, thus escaping from the suffering. Unfortunately, he isn't sure he's allowed to. In the past, it was a custom to end your life because of unbearable shame just as well as because of confusion, disbelief, manipulation, inescapable duties and many other things. For Death not to want to take you in can only remind of unfinished duties in life. 'I hear the sound of a heart from a shadow in the dark' There is a figure that now appears in the shadows. Can this be a vision or something real? Perhaps a hallucination? Only real and live people have a heartbeat, otherwise this isn't real. 'Waiting for the poison to hit its mark' Inconclusive. There are two possible interpretations. The literal one means there really is a person there, in the shadows, poisoned by something and just waiting to be finished. Otherwise, if he isn't the one that's going to be finished, that only leaves the artist to be the victim, meaning someone is stalking the artist, knowing he can not escape the inevitable, just like a savage beast stalks his prey. 'Listen...my son' All is now explained. The translation is literal. There really is a person there in the shadows and it just so happens to be the father of the artist. He has finally been found. Now for the words themselves. This is a line very fitting for the following situation. A king knows his death is near. This is how he turns to his son, wishing to speak to him some final words of wisdom. Chances are, he is already struggling to even say the words. 'I see the darkness surround the shape on the ground' Surrounding darkness is translated as dying, without question. What's more interesting is the son(the artist) is there to witness that.

'The killer straight up and a body face down' Father of the artist has been murdered by another. 'I hear the din of the screams. Sorrow in streams' As explained, the situations doesn't get uglier than this. The son is being a witness to how his father is murdered and every passing moment is most horrible. The boy can't do anything to prevent this. His father isn't even finished saying what he wants to say as final words to his son. 'The smell of farewell and gasoline' Gasoline is a flammable substance, in this case used to burn the body of the murdered father. His son attends the funeral. 'Listen...my son' These words persist to inhabit the mind of the artist. It's either he replays them in his mind over and over again, or the spirit of the fallen father now whispers to his son from beyond. 'I see a heart set free' The torment is over and the spirit of the father is finally laid to rest. 'And my legacy. Hear a voice from the shadow that is beaconing me' The lost father now impersonates himself as his son. The same is done in reverse to create the bond between them which enables the living heir to receive guidance even from beyond. 'Firstborn...last one' These were the final words of the father. They wouldn't have been mentioned in vein. It appears the artist is the firstborn son and the only one from the family to survive. Now, it becomes his duty to carry on the name and the legacy. This voice continues to haunt the mind of the son(the artist), even now. 'I guess there comes a point when you think to yourself this isn't worth it...it isn't worth it' A debate is happening in the mind of the last firstborn whether such a life is worth living or not. 'And now I feel what you felt' The son is growing inside, now begins to understand what his father has felt, being able to literally take his place. 'And now I feel what you felt...inside...brother' Father, mother, son, all of that doesn't matter now. The two now become brothers in arms and the bond is complete. 'I wish it didn't end this way' Deep inside, the artist wishes things were different. 'Live a life in Hell' Such an existence is never meant to be easy. In this case, life becomes Hell itself. 'Through a mortal shell asphyxiating smell' There's only so much a mortal man can do against the hand of faith. One of the many tortures at hand is

not knowing what your future holds, yet predicaments alone are suffocating thoughts. 'For a crime lifetime' Maintaining existence this way often means performing conscious but immoral crimes. 'Imagination locked in a cell' It's hard to dream of another reality when the only thing allowed to be thinking about in this one is survival. 'And to the other firstborn, I see the same scene that must play over in your mind' The artist now looks beyond and addresses another one just like him. Could it be that he has a brother, or is this a message to the continuation of his kin? If he has a son, the artist predicts that the very same ugly scenes will repeat themselves to his heir. He fears this danger is very real and worse he is powerless to prevent it. He imagines himself being a witness to to past repeating itself, again, right in front of his eyes to his own son. If that happens, his own existence would have been pointless. 'And now how much more I'm sure it's f***** with your head just like it's f***** up mine' He is able to understand the very same thoughts will poison the mind of his son, just like they did to him. 'Listen...my son...firstborn...last one' 'The message you sent out to me. I cannot change what's meant to be' The artist recalls the words of his father and possibly shouts out loud he can't change what's meant to happen. 'What am I supposed to do now?' The story ends in a standstill. The artist is powerless against faith. He is powerless to prevent anything. The only thing left to do is to let the course of his actions engulf him however they are supposed to.