This article on the Scary Mommy blog just gave me some insight into some of RS’s lyrics. Wow.
These two songs are what immediately came to mind, but I recognize these analogies in some of his other songs as well:
“One Way Street”: “But I go to sleep at night on a bed of nails wrapped up in chains and wire”
“I Hate Myself”
To be able to channel depression into great songs is an amazing gift.