When Legends Become Dust
Ephemeral Realities: When Legends Unravel
Lyrics
Sometimes I get the feeling that I am stuck in some sort of dream
Feeling stuck in a dream, unable to wake up while witnessing the collapse of the world.
Unable to wake up, yet able to watch my entire world collapse around me
Reflecting on the paradox of being trapped in a dream but still observing the surrounding chaos.
Time is such a violent predator always waiting to hear the news post tragedies
Time is portrayed as a violent force, eagerly awaiting news of tragedies.
I've bid farewell to every sunset and counted every moon
Bidding farewell to sunsets and counting moons, indicating a sense of detachment from ordinary experiences.
Sooner or later these tides are going to wash these towns away, and take every impurity with it
Anticipating the destructive power of tides washing away towns, cleansing them of impurities.
From sewer to treetop they'll run to safety, cowering at their own reflection
People seeking safety from the impending destruction, yet cowering at their own reflections.
Behind it all will lay broken shells of worn out streetlights
Broken streetlights symbolize the aftermath, with shattered bulbs embedded in the ground.
The bulbs crumbled and splintered glass remains embedded in our heels
Visualizing the aftermath with shattered bulbs and glass remnants causing pain.
Reminding us of a time no one can recall
Reflecting on a forgotten time when skyscrapers cursed the ground.
When skyscrapers cursed the ground
Highlighting a period when nature and urban structures were at odds.
And every tree screamed with outstretched arms, to a sky that wasn't listening
Describing a time when nature's cries went unheard by an indifferent sky.
Why are all involved to hurt?
Pondering the motivation behind causing harm.
To know what the trues form of human being is
Questioning the true nature of humanity and the pursuit of understanding it.
We can watch as they dine on the downfall of our emotions
Observing others revel in the destruction of emotions.
Streams of heartache and the volatile rage rattle the spines of bystanders
Depicting the impact of heartache and volatile rage on bystanders.
Tearing the breath from our children's lungs
Expressing the devastating effect on children, symbolized by the loss of breath.
Can you bear the sight of post collapse?
Asking if one can endure the sight of the aftermath.
A thought of chaos crosses the minds of pure, and hollow eyes turned towards a dusken road
Imagining a chaotic post-collapse scenario with hollow eyes turned towards a dusken road.
Here is your ghost town in all its glory
Presenting a ghost town in all its desolate glory.
Movies of superimposed silhouettes play against the backboard of dusk drawing in every killer for miles
Describing the haunting images of superimposed silhouettes against the backdrop of dusk.
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