Double Truckin' the Tricky Two

Dark Rituals and Cosmic Despair: Alley Trash's Double Truckin' Revelation
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Lyrics

Leather boots pound against the wet asphalt

Describing the sound of leather boots on wet asphalt, setting a gritty atmosphere.

The night is cold and dark, and the air is thin

Portraying a cold, dark night with thin air, creating a bleak setting.

I don't move, I don't dare blink

The speaker remains still and vigilant, emphasizing a tense and dangerous situation.

I know that the end is in sight and the enemy now has a face

A sense of impending danger, acknowledging that the enemy is now identifiable.

I don't mean to be laughing aloud in public okay

Apologizing for laughing in public, suggesting a dark or ironic situation.

But doesn't this seem like a sick joke some kind of god would play

Speculating on the irony of life, considering it a sick joke that a god might play.

Send me back to the void from whence I came

Expressing a desire to return to a state of nothingness or non-existence.

I'd rather be dead than live alive on this sick plane again

Preferring death over living in a world perceived as sick or corrupted.

I'm watching paths of falling stars again

Observing falling stars, possibly symbolizing lost hope or failed aspirations.

It's that as good as it's gonna' get

Suggesting resignation by acknowledging that things won't get any better.

Newspeak breeds unpeople, it all goes to shit

Referencing Orwell's "Newspeak," implying manipulation and societal decay.

Fighting forest fires with cans full of piss

Metaphorically describing futile efforts, like fighting fire with inadequate resources.

We've had enough

Expressing discontent, indicating a breaking point or rebellion.

We'll reach back in the tomes of old

Turning to ancient knowledge or wisdom in search of solutions.

There we will find ritual sacrifice

Mentioning ritual sacrifice as a drastic or desperate measure.

Soaked in blood, this world so cold

Describing a harsh, brutal world soaked in blood, emphasizing its coldness.

No, you're not men, you're all cowards

Denying humanity to others, labeling them as cowards.

So we'll treat you as such

Declaring the intention to treat those labeled as cowards accordingly.

And we'll string you up by your entrails in the public

Describing a gruesome punishment involving entrails, suggesting extreme retribution.

Eyes will all witness with elation

Anticipating public approval and satisfaction from the punishment.

The sheer terrors your family will suffer

Emphasizing the terror and suffering that the punished person's family will experience.

As they realize that the crowd is upon them all now

Describing a chaotic scene as a crowd closes in on the punished person's family.

Through storied rituals of old

Referring to ancient rituals again, implying a historical or cultural context.

Purge till clear

Ending with a directive to purge until clarity or resolution is achieved.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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