Putrescent Flesh
Eternal Remorse: A Dark Tale of Love and Loss
Lyrics
I see those eyes and there's nothing alive there
The speaker observes lifeless eyes in someone.
Her fading skin and her dark, decaying hair
Describing the deteriorating physical appearance of the person, focusing on fading skin and decaying hair.
I took her life and I know it's just not fair
The speaker confesses to taking the life of the person and acknowledges the injustice of the action.
But now she's gone and nobody seems to care
Expressing the lack of concern or attention from others now that the person is gone.
She's never coming home
The realization that the person will never return home.
She's growing ever cold
Highlighting the increasing coldness associated with the absence of the person.
Her putrid skin is calling to me
The person's decomposing skin is metaphorically reaching out to the speaker.
Your dead daughter tastes so sweet
A disturbing line, possibly reflecting a macabre desire or obsession with the taste of the deceased person.
Decrepit love all alone inside my head
Describing a love that is now decrepit and exists only within the speaker's mind.
I can't believe it but she really must be dead
The speaker struggles to accept the reality of the person's death.
The bathroom floor is still stained with her red
Reference to a location (bathroom floor) where a significant event occurred, likely the death of the person.
You'll never guess how long she bled
Alluding to the duration and severity of the person's bleeding, creating a sense of shock.
She's never coming home
Reiteration that the person will never return home.
She's growing ever cold
Emphasizing the ongoing coldness associated with the person's absence.
Her putrid skin is calling to me
Repeating the image of the person's decomposing skin reaching out to the speaker.
Your dead daughter tastes so sweet
Reiterating the unsettling desire or fascination with the taste of the deceased person.
She's never coming home
Restating that the person will never return home.
She's growing ever cold
Continuing to highlight the increasing coldness associated with the person's absence.
Her putrid skin is calling to me
Repeating the image of the person's decomposing skin reaching out to the speaker.
Your dead daughter tastes so sweet
Reiterating the unsettling desire or fascination with the taste of the deceased person.
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