I don't know if it counts, but I did write the opening scene of my Vampire:The Masquerade/Hetalia fic to this song. Basically, it was about two lovers, who reunited, after one of them tried to steal a map, so he can walk around during the day. (The map was supposed to lead to an apple, infused with Lilith's blood, but the Antediluvian Absimiliard had it at him all along. XD)
So, how's it going? Precisely, how do you imagine the opening scene like an animation while this plays in the background?
For me, the opening sequence, the vocal and the nice beat, and the ending sequence, all can be their own separate short animations. Or just one 4 minute animation.
In the opening sequence, I imagine a SAD-IST animation style viewing some part of a bustling city, but with one addition. There were no living beings there, not even a single bug. Only a boy in a white suit. Who's the boy? Well, we never know his name.
All we know is, he's a part of the government.
Then, moving on to the vocal and the beat, the lyrics metaphorically tell us what he's been through and what he feels.
Now how can he smile, with a face of all eyes?
He wonders the night, through sneers and words snide
Spinning round and round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights
This... This means something. And for me, some idea pops up in mind, but only one that makes sense with the city context I made.
He knows too much about the higher-echelon people living in the city to the point that he feels only regret.
Then, we get to the fun ref. Let's start with the first part of the ref.
Can anybody find out Any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
Like liquified and dying sparks
Like burning butterflies
The lyrics state that the secrets are a burden, slowly dulling his mind. He would believe you if you said the pizza delivery guy was a spy and the pizza was actually an edible bomb.
These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're falling from the dead trees
To silhouette your life
These lyrics, they're telling us the stuff these socially-higher people do. Shady business? Check. Hideous crime? Check. What again, prostitution? Check. Heck, I would even believe they do slavery too. And they definitely do some money corruption.
He sees this white face, brains limp and grey cold.
He sees the president and portrays the number one man like that, limping brains toward the blatant crime and grey cold toward his people.
Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
The trees are drugs the higher-ups consume. Once they make contact with it, they may get addicted to it and consume more. Hence why trees are growing in their throats, perfectly defining their state of mind which can't give a sh*t about the diamonds shining among the lower-class residents.
His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
The amount of bad intentions they show made the air greyer like smoke. His mask no longer absorbs the smoke and now will show the true half of his expressions. Frustration? Guaranteed. Regrets? Absolutely. Sadness? You don't need to ask about it. Anger? ...
Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul
It's clear as daylight. His soul is filled with some emotion he kept while working.
Anger, infuriation, frustration.
Then, for the ending sequence, the view shifts to some offices and cubicles infested with red vines creeping slowly toward the president's office and slowly crawling to one place, his office. He's no longer there, and no one will remember him.
He deserves a medal, but who will give him one? No one. That's who.
