Wasted Away
Wasted Away: A Haunting Symphony of Whiskey, Autumn, and Descent
Lyrics
It's camoed in the dark
Concealed in darkness
On the prowl
Actively searching or moving stealthily
We're the unsuspecting mark
Unaware and unsuspecting target
It aims for the heart
Directing towards the emotional core
A howl
A primal and intense cry
To the graveyard
Heading towards death or a bleak situation
Down at the bottom
In a low or difficult position
The bottle lays traps into place
The bottle sets traps, possibly referring to alcohol's negative effects
As it runs though our veins
Alcohol spreading through the bloodstream
Like a hunt in the autumn
Metaphor for a dangerous pursuit, like a hunt in autumn
If whiskey could kill it's own game
If whiskey had the power to harm those who consume it
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
We wasted away
We deteriorated or declined significantly
Red eyes locking in
Eyes showing signs of intoxication or distress
For the kill
Approaching a decisive and likely final conflict
This'll be our last fight fought
The impending struggle
As we hear the shot
The moment of impact
We become still
Becoming motionless or lifeless
We're caught
Captured or ensnared
Last fight fought
Last confrontation
Down at the bottom
In a low or difficult position
The bottle lays traps into place
The negative impact of alcohol being set
As it runs though our veins
Alcohol circulating through our veins
Like a hunt in the autumn
Metaphor for a dangerous pursuit, like a hunt in autumn
If whiskey could kill it's own game
If whiskey had the power to harm those who consume it
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
We wasted away
We deteriorated or declined significantly
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
Down at the bottom
In a low or difficult position
The bottle uncovers our pain
The negative impact of alcohol being exposed, revealing pain
Wasted Away
We are in a state of being wasted away
Down at the bottom
In a low or difficult position
The bottle lays traps into place
The bottle sets traps, possibly referring to alcohol's negative effects
As it runs though our veins
Alcohol circulating through our veins
Like a hunt in the autumn
Metaphor for a dangerous pursuit, like a hunt in autumn
If whiskey could kill it's own game
If whiskey had the power to harm those who consume it
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
We wasted away
We deteriorated or declined significantly
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
Wasted Away
We are in a state of being wasted away
Then we'd be the prey
We would be the victims
Wasted Away
We are in a state of being wasted away
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