Letter to Bowie Knife

Blade of Redemption: Slicing through an Ungodly World
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Lyrics

Everyday on my way home

Reflecting on a routine journey home.

The clouds would break and the angels

Imagining a divine moment with the clouds parting and angels singing.

Would sing their refrain

Describing the angels' harmonious refrain.


this world's an ungodly place

Expressing a negative view of the world as morally corrupt.

Strangled by vines unchaste

Describing the world as entangled and impure.

So with my shining blade of steel

Introducing a metaphorical "shining blade of steel" as a means to navigate through challenges.

I would cut a path wide

Using the blade to create a path through difficulties.


dipped in the ink of the fight

Describing the blade as metaphorically dipped in the struggles of life.

Written clean through the night

Highlighting the resilience and determination to face challenges through the night.

Mark my words upon the front page

Expressing a desire to make a lasting mark by declaring words on the front page.

To set my world straight

Using words to bring order and clarity to one's world.


It's too late, it's too late

Conveying a sense of regret and realization that it's too late to change the current state of the world.

It's too late, it's too late

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Just like I found it, my world is split

Describing a world divided or fractured.

Right down the spine

Metaphorically expressing the division as being down the spine.


years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning

Referring to the passage of time, with accumulated experiences ready for a reckoning.

My blade's back slash beckoning

Describing the beckoning of the blade, possibly for self-reflection or change.

Slice my wounds and I make the sign one more time

Symbolically making a sign or gesture while acknowledging wounds.


come on. come on. come home. come home

Inviting someone to come home, expressing a longing for connection.

Yeah it's too late, it's too late

Reiterating the theme of it being too late, with a sense of resignation.

It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...

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did those angels ever sing?

Pondering whether the divine moments experienced earlier were real.

Sliced my world in two

Acknowledging a personal world that has been divided or affected.

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