Sharped Bottle

Rising from the Shadows: The Metaphor of 'Sharped Bottle' by Guerre
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Lyrics

No place

There is no space

For the intellect

For intellectual pursuits

With those toxins

Due to the presence of harmful substances

Running through your veins

Circulating in your bloodstream


You’ve become all you despised

You have transformed into everything you hated

Fuck your mistakes they won’t be mine

Rejecting your mistakes as they won't affect me


You took a risk

You took a gamble

By playing with the Death

By engaging with the concept of death

But never face the Beast

But avoided confronting the inner demons

When there’s nothing left to eat

When there's nothing left to consume


This sharped bottle

This sharp-edged bottle

Will be your demise

Will lead to your downfall

From your death a better man

From your demise, a transformed and improved individual will emerge

Will rise

A better version of yourself will rise


Your mistakes won’t

I won't inherit or be affected by your errors

Be mine

I will not bear the consequences of your mistakes

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