Lyrics
Smoke and mirrors, windows and fog
Metaphorical references to deception and confusion, suggesting unclear perceptions.
Like ashes we never know where we fall
Comparing life to ashes, highlighting the uncertainty of our paths.
Were you there, on the other side of the screen?
Possibly addressing someone observing from a distance, questioning their presence.
Watching me, blistering my hands, and bursting out screams?
Reflecting on being watched, enduring hardship, and expressing pain audibly.
Is that you, behind the glass?
Questioning if the observer is real, perhaps behind a barrier like glass.
Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me
Describing the heart as divisive, emphasizing its entanglements and connections.
The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully
Acknowledging the painful consequences of breaking free from emotional bonds.
Is that you, behind the glass?
Repetition, questioning the reality of the observer, hinting at nostalgia.
Or just apparitions of a graceful past?
Wondering if past memories are real or just illusions, reflecting on the passage of time.
The things we do to ourselves for what we mistake as love
Critiquing self-destructive behavior in the name of love, acknowledging mistakes.
Yet crawling back, because out there we are so alone
Returning to painful situations despite the loneliness experienced elsewhere.
Divisive is the heart, and the things it binds to me
Reiteration of the divisive nature of the heart and the liberating yet painful consequences.
The hooks that pull it apart, will set me free, even if painfully
Repeating the theme of the heart's division and the freedom gained through hardship.
I'll swallow this glass and choke on it
Symbolic act of consuming pain and betrayal, facing the consequences head-on.
Shards of trust from a broken promise
Referencing broken trust, possibly from unfulfilled promises, in sharp, painful fragments.
I'm your harvester, reaping my consequences
Identifying oneself as a consequence-bearer, harvesting the outcomes of choices.
This pain we share, so unfair, can I fix what's fractioned?
Expressing shared pain and questioning the possibility of repairing fractured relationships.
Only pieces left, after severing the heart
After separation, only remnants of the heart remain, emphasizing irreversible damage.
Because all the things that made it whole, only tore it apart
Highlighting that elements that once completed the heart now contribute to its destruction.
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