Falling, Pt. One

Fate's Dance: Reflections on Redemption and Regret
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Lyrics

I was falling, then thought I was saved

I experienced a downfall, then believed I was rescued.

But now it's more than dirt that fills my grave

My situation has worsened, and now my grave is filled with more than just soil.

Pointing fingers is so easy

Blaming others is effortless.

When they're on your hand

Criticizing is easy when the blame is on someone else.

But it's a whole other story

However, the perspective changes when facing one's own challenges.

When they prick your trial's stand

It becomes challenging when facing one's own judgment or trial.

I'd like to go back

Expressing a desire to return to the past.

And change my name

Wishing to alter one's identity.

But I bet they'd still scorn

Anticipating continued disapproval, even with a changed identity.

My somewhat innocent face

Expecting judgment despite an outwardly innocent appearance.

Last meal black coffee

Describing a final meal of black coffee, potatoes, and steak.

Potatoes with steak

Detailing a specific meal prepared by the speaker's mother.

I guess it's all my momma

Suggesting that the speaker's mother was the only one who truly knew how to care for them.

Ever really knew how to make

Reflecting on the possibility that death may be imminent.

Maybe it's better

Contemplating whether it's preferable for last rites to be administered.

My last rights are read

Asserting that one cannot commit sins after death.

Because you can't do no more sinnin

Emphasizing the finality of death and its release from the capacity to sin.

When you're dead

Describing a phone call in the midst of a crucial moment.

Telephone rang out

Indicating that the call is for the speaker.

The guard said "it's for you

Revealing a humorous response from the hangman about returning the call later.

Behind me, the hangman said

Turning to God and a governing figure with a glimmer of hope.

Tell 'em I'll call back in a few

Feeling hopeful, but the outcome is grim as a trapdoor opens, leading to a hanging.

I looked up to God and governor

Repeating the initial theme of falling, now with a realization of the ultimate consequence.

With a pound of hope

Acknowledging the irreversible nature of the situation with a metaphorical pound of hope.

The trapdoor opened

Depicting the execution with the trapdoor opening and a noose capturing the speaker.

And they caught me with a rope

Repeating the notion of falling and the misconception of salvation.

I was falling, then thought I was saved

Reiterating the idea that the grave is now filled with more than just dirt.

But now it's more than dirt that fills my grave

Concluding with the realization of the irreversible consequences of the speaker's actions.

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