What's it about?

What's this life all about?
I'm so cold with this ice in my mouth. I'm just trying to be nice when I'm out, ain't taking no advice from these crowds, no matter how nice it all sounds.

We're trying to be right, freaking out while we fight about life, speaking loud. So I just take a beat when I'm thinking out loud, trying to figure out how to speak right with my mouth.

What's it about?
When it's closing down, squeezing so tight on my lips, making sounds. People come around just to be around, just to listen to me speaking hieroglyphs into sound, hoping that it helps them out, trying to figure out what this life's all about.

What is this life all about? Am I caught with this knife in my mouth while I'm lost, living life in the clouds, looking down at the...