The Enemy
Unveiling the Shadows: Carl Louis' Poetic Reflection on Inner Struggles
Lyrics
The enemy hiding in a corner of your home
The threat or adversary is concealed within the confines of your dwelling.
The enemy looking for your weakness to have grown
The adversary is searching for vulnerabilities in order to exploit them.
It´s waiting for a chance to break your fragile heart
It waits for an opportunity to shatter your delicate heart.
The enemy only sleeps when you are torn apart
The adversary remains dormant only when you are emotionally distressed.
Deep beneath the bells toll
Beneath the tolling bells, there is a profound and ominous presence.
Deep I hear the night call
I perceive a call from the night that is deep and unsettling.
An animal
An instinctual, primal force is concealed in the shadowy recesses of my being.
Is hiding on the dark side of my soul
A creature lurks in the dark corners of my soul.
A quiet war
A subtle and ongoing conflict takes place within me.
In the end am I the cannibal
Questions arise about whether I am metaphorically consuming myself.
The enemy running in your blood and in your veins
The adversary courses through your bloodstream and core.
The enemy feeds on your attention to be sane
The adversary thrives on the attention it receives to maintain its sanity.
It´s easy to forget that silence has a tone
It is easy to overlook the fact that silence carries its own weight and significance.
The enemy afraid of when it is left alone
The adversary fears being left alone and unobserved.
Deep beneath the bells toll
Beneath the tolling bells, a profound and ominous presence persists.
Deep I hear the night call
There is a disconcerting call from the night that echoes deeply.
An animal
An instinctual, primal force hides in the obscure facets of my being.
Is hiding on the dark side of my soul
A creature remains concealed in the dark recesses of my soul.
A quiet war
A subtle and ongoing conflict persists within me.
In the end am I the cannibal
Questions linger about whether I am metaphorically consuming myself.
An animal
An instinctual, primal force remains hidden in the shadowy depths of my being.
Is hiding on the dark side of my soul
A creature lurks in the dark corners of my soul.
A quiet war
A subtle and ongoing conflict takes place within me.
In the end am I the cannibal
Questions persist about whether I am metaphorically consuming myself.
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