Lyrics
The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone
The present moment is difficult, and it undergoes a challenging and honest journey alone.
The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold
The truth is exposed, left to wait, and eventually dies in a cold manner.
I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway
The speaker is familiar with a method of coping, using a forced smile to navigate through challenges.
To smile behind the biting tongue
Despite difficulties, the speaker maintains a smiling facade while harboring inner turmoil.
Each of us danced well in lies the hand, the handle and the sword
People engage in deception, represented by dancing in lies, with various elements like the hand, handle, and sword.
Lies, there are those of us who will embrace lies
Some individuals willingly embrace lies.
And yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do
Despite knowing the falsehoods, people may adopt lies for comfort.
When I confess there is no truth demons remain
Confession doesn't reveal truth, and demons persist in the absence of honesty.
Sleepless again in love with blood starved souls
The speaker struggles with sleeplessness due to a love tainted by blood-starved souls.
Forgotten without sounds between birth and death
Existence is forgotten, marked by a silent void between birth and death.
Lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living
Lies have a profound impact, whispering the disintegration of relationships before the living.
Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces
Deceptive stories are crafted with the allure of angelic faces.
It grows into a stillness and we will respond lies
These lies grow into a stillness, and people respond to them.
Can I speak of deepest deaths unseen?
Questioning the ability to speak about unseen and profound deaths.
Pearl teardrops will fall from the faces of undeserved suffering
Imagery of pearl teardrops falling from faces symbolizes undeserved suffering.
Forcing permanent days unmoving, forcing permanent days unmoving
External forces compel unchanging, permanent days.
Slicing clean but not as deep and what it equals scars will tell
Actions may cause pain and leave scars that reveal a story.
Pain runs hard, hate runs clean and on the floor your whittlings fell
Pain and hatred persist, and remnants fall to the floor.
Because this monster begets the monster, myself and the thorn of fear
The speaker acknowledges their own monstrous nature and the fear that accompanies it.
That the selfsame well from which my laughter comes
The source of laughter (well) is the same as that which produces tears.
Would also bleed with my tears
The speaker fears that the source of joy will also cause sadness.
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