Chlorine Eyes
Chlorine Eyes: Navigating Abyssal Despair with Bridge Burner
Lyrics
Self-exiled, righteous whores and heretics
Individuals who have chosen exile, characterized as morally upright but rebellious women and heretics.
Delirium here upon spoiled throne of salt and shit
Delirium prevails in a corrupted and degraded position of power, symbolized by a spoiled throne made of salt and filth.
If gods not dead, then he's fucking sick
If a divine entity exists, it is portrayed as unwell or morally corrupted.
Bearing worn chalice of poison and politic
The speaker carries a worn chalice containing both poison and political corruption.
Depths to plunge with stale and sagging breath
The speaker contemplates diving into profound depths with a breath that is stale and weakening.
And rancid heart burns with pure delight
The heart is described as rancid, experiencing pure delight in its corrupted state.
A void dragged through ugly sleepless night
An emptiness is felt, dragging a void through a repugnant and sleepless night.
Cause I'm fucking empty
The speaker expresses a profound sense of emptiness.
Like god I'm fucking sick
The speaker compares their sickness to that of a god, emphasizing a deep moral or existential affliction.
Vortex of Leviathanian might
A powerful force, likened to Leviathan, creates a vortex of great strength.
Placental crust upon the blight
A protective layer forms over a blight, resembling a placental crust.
Worthless krill to yawping maw
Insignificant beings are offered to a gaping mouth, symbolic of submission to a higher power.
Down clogged and noxious throat
Progress is hindered through a clogged and noxious passage.
In the belly of our beast
Within the core of a monstrous entity, possibly society, with a reference to gruesome self-awareness.
With thumbs deep in eye-sockets, we can see
Vision is granted by inserting thumbs into eye-sockets, suggesting a painful but insightful perspective.
Gnarled hands upon the swollen throats
Powerful hands grasp swollen throats, signifying a dominant force in the speaker's life.
Our one true love to call us home
A declaration that the one true love is a return to a place of origin or belonging.
Deaf through another graven year
The speaker remains unaffected by external influences, deaf to another year that passes.
Scraping knuckles in the gutters of fear
In a state of fear, the speaker scrapes knuckles in the gutters, symbolizing a struggle and perseverance.
I'll still be treading this filthy muck
Despite the filth, the speaker continues to tread through a mucky existence.
Feverishly waiting for the floods
The speaker anxiously awaits a cleansing flood, possibly symbolic of a transformative event.
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