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We went with hearts too full to know.
We embarked with emotions too intense to comprehend.
Reveled in destruction and rage,
We took pleasure in chaos and anger,
The home is still faintly burning.
The residence still bears the faint traces of burning.
Inside, a couple of kids.
Inside, a few youngsters.
The crying dust. The womb of lust.
The weeping dust. The origin of desire.
Pinks and oranges fall on the rooftops.
Pink and orange hues descend on the rooftops.
The dark and the dampness,
The obscurity and dampness,
Covering the walls in paper thoughts,
Enveloping the walls in thoughts inscribed on paper,
Of gatherings long since passed.
Remnants of long-past gatherings.
We broke into a billion pieces and finally fell.
We shattered into innumerable fragments and finally collapsed.
The cocoon is hard and protective.
The protective cocoon is rigid.
It's trimmed in the hair I have ripped,
Adorned with hair I've torn,
Collected from each creature.
Gathered from every living being.
The wing veins in the heart burst through.
The veins of wings burst forth from the heart.
Looking at you, I gasp,
Looking at you, I inhale sharply,
But my lungs fill with hopelessness.
Yet my lungs fill with despair.
Dry, sucked-back pupils.
Dry, contracted pupils.
Immerse myself in the cracking shell.
I immerse myself in the cracking shell.
Thinking of times when the kitchen chair,
Recalling moments when the kitchen chair,
Would be my bed (The cocoon).
Would serve as my bed (The cocoon).
I hear your voice. Your eyes dart.
I hear your voice. Your eyes shift.
Toxic secretions coming out of you,
Toxic secretions emanate from you,
Like a colorful hostage behind glass.
Like a vivid captive behind glass.
I strip and enter the last stage.
I undress and enter the final stage.
Countermeasures to race these toxins.
Countermeasures against racing toxins.
I'm not dreaming.
I am not dreaming.
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