Brain Megaphone

Gavin Rossdale, singer of Bush, is a Scorpio. One of my favorite bands as well. I noticed that Rossdale's lyrics may not make a whole lot of sense to me, but it reminds me of myself. When I write or attempt poetry, my biggest concern is if it makes sense to readers. I know that I use some phrases or words that have their own meaning to myself. They just sound a right to me, they're different in my mind but they don't follow their official definition. I'm in my own mind and things just make complete sense to me but I always realize that they may make no sense whatsoever to an outsider.
These are lyrics from Bush's "Solutions" that I find to be something all in Rossdale's mind...or brain if you will ;)

the devil you know
is back here again
the devil is stoned
he's making friends

We move
we break
we're sun, we're shade

you come
we go
we're fast
we're slow

blood on your dress
hole in your sky
blanket is gone
permanent night

we're glued
we break
we all dilate

we please
we pain...again

oh we need solutions
a brain megaphone
we need solutions
a brain megaphone

she's broken your shoes
you look like winter
you're all in a bruise
handful of splinters

we brood
we flake
we torch
we take

rebound
rebirth
cocooned from hurt

I could be wrong
I could be right
do you think we'll make it
out of here alive

[chorus]
oh we need solutions
a brain megaphone
we need solutions
we got to call this home

she makes me see God
I'm out on a line
anyway the pleasure comes

[chorus]