Playing with dolls
Broken Reflections: Unveiling the Dark Tale of Playing with Dolls
Lyrics
I know a ghost made
I understand a ghost exists
Of scattering light beams
Composed of scattered light beams
Aloof of its own fraying at the seams
Distant and detached, experiencing its own deterioration
Broken again and
Fragmented once more and
Broken again
Repeating the state of being broken
"When will someone put me back together again?"
Expressing a desire for someone to restore it
No
Rejecting the possibility of change
It won't change
Asserting that change is not forthcoming
Nothing will change
Emphasizing the stagnation
I'm just too old to be
Feeling too mature to engage in
Playing with dolls
Childish activities like playing with dolls
I wish that I could shut my brain Right off
Desiring the ability to switch off one's mind
To stop my soul from spilling out it
Preventing the soul from being exposed
Yeah I'm better off without it
Believing life is better without the soul
And I fell in love with nothing
Falling in love with nothingness
Just a bag that's used for punching
Being infatuated with an inanimate object used for venting frustration
And when the skin tore
When the skin is torn
It would reveal more
Revealing more about the destination after death
About where you go when you die
Ridiculing the concept of an afterlife
Said "there's no after!" followed by Laughter
Claiming there is no afterlife, followed by laughter
Who in their right mind would really Wanna live twice?
Questioning the sanity of wanting to live a second time
(What the fuck!)
[Strong exclamation or frustration]
Why
Questioning
Would you die
Why sacrifice oneself
For your sins
For one's sins
What a waste of death to be
Considering death as a wasted opportunity
Playing with dolls
Being too mature for playing with dolls
No
[No specific information]
It won't change
Reiterating that change is unlikely
Nothing will change
Emphasizing the persistence of stagnation
Yes I'm just to old to be
Affirming that maturity precludes engaging in
Playing with dolls
Childish activities like playing with dolls
I wish that I could peel my face right Off
Desiring to detach one's face
I guess the fear of being wanted
Choosing the fear of being wanted over the fear of being foolish
Beats the fear of being stupid
Acknowledging that the fear of rejection outweighs the fear of stupidity
And the ladder stumbles out the kitchen
Describing a ladder stumbling and
Bruised and humbled slightly
Being bruised and slightly humbled
Yelling "pain is gonna get u in the End."
Warning that pain will eventually catch up
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