69 Dead Birds for Utøya
Reflections on Existence: Unveiling the Depths in '69 Dead Birds for Utøya'
Lyrics
Sometimes i pose a question to myself, again and again, but I can’t find an answer.
Questioning one's self without finding answers, a sense of internal confusion and uncertainty.
You may say I got no sense of humour, but the smile has been wiped off my face.
Loss of humor, a profound change in emotional state reflected in the disappearance of a smile.
There's no kindness in these eyes anymore, no ablazing vital spark,
Lack of kindness and vitality in the eyes, a sense of emotional emptiness.
and once again I feel so fucking lonely, although I am never alone.
Feeling lonely despite being surrounded, suggesting emotional isolation.
Sometimes I feel like I got stones in my stomach, so heavy to haul.
Metaphorically expressing a heavy emotional burden in the stomach.
All we try to amend should be an appeasement, but falls on deaf ears!
Frustration at attempts to make amends being ignored or unheard.
There’s no turning back, cause we were born at this ridiculous place,
A realization that certain circumstances are irreversible due to the place of birth.
and since we don’t break the circle we’ll be in need of body bags
Stating that without breaking a negative cycle, there will be continued suffering and casualties.
Is all this happening for a reason or just by mischance?
Questioning whether events are predetermined or occur randomly.
Is it true, that we are nothing but handprints on a misty pane?
Philosophical reflection on existence, suggesting a fleeting and insignificant nature.
How can we fall asleep while the world is still burning?
Awareness of global issues and the difficulty of finding peace while they persist.
How shall I sleep, when I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders?
Feeling burdened by the weight of the world's problems.
How shall I sleep?
Repetition emphasizes the difficulty in finding rest or peace.
How shall I sleep?
Continuation of the theme of sleeplessness and inner turmoil.
Everytime you think the most stupefying incident in this world already happened,
Reflecting on the constant occurrence of shocking incidents in the world.
there comes one more.
Expressing the cyclical nature of disturbing events, suggesting a pattern of repeated failure.
Shouldn‘t this be proof enough for our ingrained failing, prove enough that we should know, this all boils down to nothing?
Interpreting the ongoing chaos as evidence of deep-rooted societal flaws and the insignificance of it all.
It's still the same war, in this day and age, we just call it a different name…
Highlighting the enduring nature of conflict, despite changing labels and names.
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