Where My Lily Grows
Lost Echoes: Unveiling Broken Silence in 'Where My Lily Grows'
Lyrics
cre we all broken beyond repair
We are all damaged beyond the possibility of repair.
Have we gone mute to the one upstairs
Have we become silent or indifferent to a higher power or authority?
When we don't speak out we don't care
Our silence implies a lack of concern or empathy.
So blind yourself with your own affairs
Ignore the problems by immersing yourself in your own personal matters.
It's all just lost on me
The speaker feels disconnected and unable to grasp the meaning or significance of things.
It's all just lost on me
This sense of confusion and detachment is reiterated.
Its above my head, its below my feet
The issues are too complex, both mentally and emotionally, to comprehend fully.
We Pay for trash for to cover streets
We are spending resources on superficial matters to hide or ignore deeper societal problems.
cll ideas washed out to sea
Important and innovative ideas are being disregarded and abandoned.
“c generation in permanent green
A generation is being lost to a state of perpetual environmental degradation.
It's all just lost one me
The confusion and lack of understanding persist.
Were riding blinds on a train derailed
We are navigating through life blindly, facing major setbacks.
Trying to catch a ship that has long since sailed
Attempting to pursue something unattainable or already gone.
Compassion crawled while desire ran
Compassion is diminishing while selfish desires prevail.
To break the legs on which lovers stand
Destroying the foundations of love and relationships.
It's all just lost on me
The speaker continues to feel lost and disconnected.
We're all just lost at sea
A collective sense of being lost in the vastness of life.
cnd it's all just fantasy
Highlighting the illusory nature of life's struggles.
cnd it's all we'll ever be
We are confined to a world of fantasy and imagination.
cnd it's all just a dream
Life is perceived as a dream, possibly indicating its transient and uncertain nature.
cnd it's all just fantasy
Reiteration of the theme of life being a fantasy.
cre we all broken beyond repair
Revisiting the idea that everyone is irreparably damaged.
Have we gone mute to the one upstairs
Questioning if we have become indifferent or deaf to a higher authority.
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