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Unraveling the Chains: Johnny Booth's Reflection on Life's Deception
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Lyrics

Time is just a concept

Time is viewed as a conceptual idea.

That made us believe in our destiny

We believed in our destiny due to the concept of time.

But if the scriptures have ink to dry

If scriptures can run out of ink, I am skeptical and not believing.

I'm not believing

Expressing doubt or disbelief.

We can always try to go home

Attempting to return home is a possibility.

But that doesn't mean the door will open

The outcome is uncertain; attempting doesn't guarantee success.

It's all about how you follow people in this world

Success in the world depends on how one follows others.

But I won't follow

Personal decision not to follow others.

We washed out green shores for leaders

We left behind promising leaders.

We carried the words of the wise

We carried the wisdom of others.

'Til the weight could hold our backs no longer

Our burden became too heavy to bear.

We embrace the walls we created

Acceptance of self-imposed limitations or barriers.

Grew to love them, even police them

We grew fond of the barriers, even enforcing them.

Don't tell us what we need to hear

Resistance to being told what is needed to be heard.

We know the answers will never be heard

Acknowledging that certain truths will remain unheard.

We sealed it all up, will broken bricks and crystal ashes

Sealing off everything with broken structures and remnants.

Take hold of our senses one at a time

Senses being affected one by one.

It's all about how you follow people in this world

Success in the world depends on how one follows others (repeated).

You put your praise into a symbol

Placing admiration into a symbol.

Right before we lost it all

Just before losing everything, including the symbol of praise.

Beliefs and torture sewn together

Beliefs and torment intricately connected.

Die sweet prince of the massacre

A dramatic reference to the loss of innocence or ideals.

For their solution, we bought into excuses

Acceptance of excuses as a solution.

Burned our rights

Sacrificing rights for a supposed solution.

Mass extinction

A reference to a widespread destruction of a particular group.

Carry me home, as you predicted

A plea to be carried home as previously predicted.

We lost ourselves in the grand scheme of all of it

Getting lost in the complexity of life.

Chains and ankles, they march towards the surface

People are metaphorically chained and marching towards the surface.

I took a chance, now my mind is up for sale

A risky decision has led to the vulnerability of one's mind.

Business of life

Life as a transaction or business.

Not my belief

Not following personal beliefs.

This life I take

Choosing a certain way of life.

To my mass grave

A grim acceptance of one's fate.

We are what tears ourselves apart

We are the cause of our own destruction.

I'm indebted to the static voice that speaks to me

Gratitude towards a consistent voice, possibly in a chaotic environment.

I'm indebted to the having, wanting, needing

Acknowledging dependency on desires and needs.

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