Lyrics
There’s nothing left to give
There is nothing remaining to offer or give.
Nothing to rake through coals
There's nothing left to search through or gather from the remains.
That I can use to keep the flame alive inside
I lack resources to maintain the inner passion or drive.
Outside the storm rages
Externally, there's chaos and turmoil.
Injustice, bold and ageless
Injustice is prevalent and enduring.
While I’m alone in the cold
Despite this, I'm isolated and exposed to harsh conditions.
I’m drowning in a mind that’s always caving in
I feel overwhelmed by a constantly collapsing mental state.
The rivers rise and surround me
Feeling surrounded as challenges increase.
My body is a frame that’s weighed down by its sins
I'm burdened by my own wrongdoings, feeling weighed down.
An anchor cold and leaden
My past actions act as a heavy and immobilizing force.
We’re burning in the firelight—a living pyre
We are engulfed in the flames of existence, a metaphorical representation of living amidst hardship.
I can’t just cast aside
I can't simply discard or remove the emotional weight.
The burden in my heart
The emotional weight or distress within my heart.
With no relief in sight
There's no sign of any relief or resolution.
I’m being torn apart
I feel emotionally torn and fragmented.
We are merely vessels
We are vessels, mere carriers of existence.
Torn from the empty bliss of night
We are taken away from the peaceful state of nothingness.
Unhallowed by design
We are not consecrated or sanctified by nature.
Into the blinding light of life
Thrust into the harsh reality of life's brightness.
Wrought in the image of god
Created in the likeness of a divine being.
We have to learn to find a way
We must discover a path to surpass limitations.
To transcend far beyond
To go beyond the origins of our existence.
The tomb from which we came to be
Escape the confinement of our origin.
Where we’re interred forever
Where we are confined indefinitely.
I’m drowning in a mind that’s always caving in
A repetition of feeling mentally overwhelmed.
The rivers rise and surround me
Again, a sensation of being surrounded by rising challenges.
My body is a frame that’s weighed down by its sins
A recurring feeling of being burdened by personal failings.
An anchor cold and leaden
Continued reference to past actions as a heavy burden.
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