Lyrics
I think we're changing
The speaker perceives a change happening.
And rearranging
There's a reorganization or transformation taking place.
Our vision blurring
Their perspective is becoming unclear.
Ideals are turning
Ideals are shifting or transforming.
Black
A reference to a dark or negative state.
Thoughtless apologies
Apologies without genuine thought or meaning.
It's up to you what you believe
Belief is subjective and depends on individual interpretation.
A living punching bag
The speaker feels like a target for unexpressed emotions.
For emotions left untapped
A metaphorical description of emotional turmoil.
A blazing mess of chaos
A chaotic and intense situation.
Stirring up the balance
Creating imbalance or disruption.
I bite the hand that feeds me
The speaker metaphorically rebels against support or assistance.
I'm lost inside this trance
The speaker feels disoriented and detached.
Whoa-oh
An expressive vocalization, possibly representing inner turmoil.
Whoa-oh
-It's not your fault though
The speaker acknowledges that the situation isn't entirely someone else's fault.
Where my mind goes
Where the speaker's thoughts are directed.
And every sharpened word
Words with a cutting or hurtful impact.
Punctures your hardened heart
Words affecting someone emotionally tough.
I guess it's hard to remove myself
The challenge of distancing oneself from a negative situation.
From spiraling alone
The speaker is spiraling into negativity alone.
You don't accept those excuses now
Excuses are not accepted by the other person.
So I'll accept that you're gone
The speaker accepts the departure of someone important.
A blazing mess of chaos
Reiteration of chaotic disruption and imbalance.
Stirring up the balance
-I bite the hand that feeds me
Metaphorical repetition of rebelling against support.
I'm lost inside this trance
The speaker remains in a disoriented state.
Whoa-oh
Repetition of expressive vocalization.
Whoa-oh
-Eternally regretful
A perpetual sense of regret.
I'm eternally regretful
Emphasizing the enduring nature of regret.
A blazing mess of chaos
Continuation of chaotic disruption and imbalance.
Stirring up the balance
-I bite the hand that feeds me
Repeating the metaphorical rebellion against assistance.
I'm lost inside this trance
The speaker remains lost in confusion.
Whoa-oh
Repetition of expressive vocalization.
Whoa-oh
-I
Breaking down the act of rebelling against support into individual words.
Bite
-The
-Hand
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