Tales of the Silent City
Lost in Moshing March: Unveiling the Enigmatic Journey of Tales from the Silent City
Lyrics
I wonder how I got here
I contemplate how I arrived at this point
My feet are very sore sore
My feet are in pain
I must have walked for ages
I must have been walking for a long time
I wish I know what for
I wish I knew the purpose of my journey
Children with black eyes
Children with dark eyes
Can't see through my disguise
They cannot see through my disguise
I don't belong here
I feel out of place
I don't know where I'm from
I don't know my origin
Since I remember nothing
My memory is blank
I just keep moshing march
Repetition of "Moshing march" suggests continuous, purposeless movement
Moshing march
-Moshing march
-My lost words, will be my first word
My lost words will be my first words upon rebirth
Born
Birth or new beginning
I feel my sad-ness grow away
I sense my sadness fading away
No more children of the cold
No more suffering for the cold-hearted
Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Reflection on whether the current situation is a tragedy or a disguised blessing
Is this the end of days, than no one
-Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
-Is this the end of days, than no one
-I don't belong here
Feelings of not belonging persist
I don't know where I'm from
Uncertainty about origin remains
Since I remember nothing
Lack of memory persists
I just keep moshing march
Continued sense of purposeless movement
Moshing march
-Moshing march
-Moshing march
-No absolution, no respect
No forgiveness, no regard
I still remember, I can't forget
Recollection of an unforgettable memory
My deepest secrets
Deep-seated secrets
Can you take me, take me home
A plea to be taken home
Never told remaining secret
Unrevealed secrets remain
Please lets go what wants to go
An urging to move forward
Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Revisiting the contemplation of tragedy or disguised blessing
Is this the end of days, than no one
-Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
-Is this the end of days, than no one
-Moshing march
Reiteration of purposeless movement
Moshing march
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