Short Day
Embracing Tragic Reflections
Lyrics
In silence nobody dares to speak while minutes
In a silent atmosphere, no one feels brave enough to speak
as slow and swollen as drowning men —-
Time seems to pass very slowly and heavily, akin to drowning individuals
fall silently to eternity
Time passes quietly and continuously into an infinite expanse
leaving us our bitter duty
Leaving us with a painful obligation
bury what they've brought
To inter or hide away what time has brought forth
I take another step towards the last edge —-
Moving closer to an impending end, the boundary between memory and nothingness
between memory and void, whistling a familiar tune
Whistling a familiar tune, seemingly without purpose
just as if I were going anywhere, but it's here
Appearing to move, yet not progressing anywhere, facing a potential tragedy
that the tragedy can explode
Here, at this moment, is where a potential catastrophe can unravel
so close
Very near
in space and time
Both close in spatial and temporal terms
- now I can almost touch it(x3)
Almost able to reach or grasp it
my friends we're all here again
Surrounded by familiar individuals once more
it's like the first time —
Feels reminiscent of the initial encounter or experience
and nothing has changed
No substantial alterations apparent
just, the smile looks slightly bitter —
However, the smiles appear slightly more bitter
and everything's deadly normal
Everything seems normal yet potentially perilous
a habit without attraction
A habitual existence lacking allure
just an ancient song of death
Merely an age-old song about mortality and demise
the phone is silent
The telephone remains quiet, no further communication is necessary
— there's nothing more to say (x3)
No more words need to be exchanged, conveying finality
I take another step towards the last edge —
A repetition of moving closer to an imminent end, between memory and nothingness
between memory and void, whistling a familiar tune
Repeating the act of whistling a familiar tune with no clear purpose
just as if I were going anywhere, but it's here
Moving or seeming to move, yet stationary, facing potential tragedy at this juncture
that the tragedy can explode
This moment holds the potential for a catastrophic event to unfold
so close
Very near
in space and time
Closeness in both spatial and temporal terms
— now I can almost touch it (x3)
Almost within reach or grasp, repeating the feeling of proximity
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