Silent Screams to Nowhere
Echoes of Inner Turmoil: Cold Visions' Silent Symphony
Lyrics
It's all inside
Feeling overwhelmed by internal emotions and thoughts.
I can hardly hear myself sing
Struggling to hear one's own voice, possibly indicating a sense of isolation or being drowned out.
Moved to my mind
Emphasizing a shift of focus to the inner self, the mind.
Dreams are fading like smoke rings
Expressing the gradual disappearance of dreams, likened to dissipating smoke rings.
Silent screams to nowhere
Describing intense emotions or pain that have no specific outlet or resolution.
Make me feel alright but what am I?
Questioning personal identity or purpose despite attempts to cope.
The morning is born
Marking the beginning of a new day, perhaps symbolizing hope or a fresh start.
I'm thinking there's nothing to abide
Contemplating the absence of obligations or responsibilities.
Can't move outside
Feeling restricted or unable to venture beyond certain limits.
It's too late to have regrets
Acknowledging that it's too late for remorse or looking back.
Moved again to my mind
Reiterating the shift of attention to internal thoughts and reflections.
Dreams don't want to follow me
Suggesting that dreams are elusive or unwilling to be pursued.
Silent screams to nowhere
Repetition of the idea of intense, unheard emotional expressions leading nowhere.
Make me feel alright but what am I?
Expressing a paradoxical feeling of being comforted by silent screams, yet questioning one's existence.
The morning is born
Noting the beginning of a new day once again.
I'm thinking there's nothing to abide
Reflecting on the perception that there's nothing compelling to adhere to or follow.
Silent screams to nowhere
Repetition of the theme of intense, unaddressed emotions leading nowhere.
Make me feel alright but what am I?
Reiterating the conflicted feelings of finding solace in silent screams but questioning personal identity.
The morning is born
Repeating the idea of a new morning's beginning.
I'm thinking there's nothing to abide
Reiterating the contemplation of having nothing significant to adhere to or follow.
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