No Future
Embracing Oblivion: Ghost Chant's Haunting Journey into Desolation
Lyrics
I close my eyes and rest my head in the hopes that I’ll find sleep.
Seeking solace and tranquility by closing one's eyes in the hope of finding sleep.
Erase the madness and the static in my head.
Desiring to eliminate the chaos and noise within the mind.
Floating silently down the rabbit hole I go.
Descending into a state of uncertainty or chaos, likened to going down a rabbit hole.
Wrapped in the void that I spent cold.
Embracing emptiness or a void that has been experienced coldly.
Grasping my wrist, bound blindly I sink.
Feeling restrained and sinking without clear direction, symbolized by grasping one's own wrist.
There is no calm in the terror meeting me inside my dreams.
Expressing the absence of calmness in the midst of terrifying experiences within dreams.
Making movies of my memories.
Creating mental images or narratives from one's memories.
Trapped beneath stealing air from inside me.
Being trapped and suffocated, both physically and emotionally.
And nothing can save me.
Describing a feeling of helplessness, with no salvation in sight.
Giving myself to the dirt.
Surrendering oneself to the earth, possibly metaphorically representing a sense of giving up or acceptance of fate.
Take hold of all the things I’ve never told.
Revealing untold truths or experiences that have been kept hidden.
Making a martyr out of who I used to be and nothing can save me.
Becoming a martyr by sacrificing one's past self, emphasizing the lack of rescue or redemption.
Sweep the dirt over my skin let the grains mend together the space between.
Symbolizing a desire for renewal or healing by covering oneself with dirt to mend wounds and gaps.
Let the earth grab hold until I’m one with the gravity.
Allowing the earth to embrace and connect, seeking unity with gravity.
Held out to bridge what’s left cause I’ve been lost.
Extending oneself to bridge the remaining gaps, having been lost but now found.
Now discovered, pushing daisies.
Transitioning from a state of being lost to being discovered, using the metaphor of pushing daisies.
Shooting arrows from the poison.
Using arrows to convey harm or toxicity in relationships or experiences.
Giving myself to the dirt.
Reiterating the act of surrendering to the earth, emphasizing the disclosure of untold truths.
Take hold of all the things I’ve never told.
Repeating the idea of revealing concealed aspects of oneself.
Making a martyr out of who I used to be and nothing can save me.
Reaffirming the transformation into a martyr, with a repeated sense of hopelessness.
No love.
Declaring the absence of love.
No pain.
Expressing the absence of pain.
No future.
Proclaiming a lack of future, suggesting a bleak outlook or existential despair.
No blame.
Concluding with a statement of no blame, possibly implying acceptance of one's fate without assigning responsibility.
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