Cries for Death
Echoes of Despair: A Poignant Journey Through Existential Anguish
Lyrics
When a familiar scent brings me back
Evoking memories through a familiar scent
To a time when suffering wasn't a constant
Reflecting on a past where suffering wasn't constant
I hate things that make me feel alive
Expressing dislike for things that make one feel alive
Because they remind me I'm going to die
Feeling reminded of mortality by experiences that bring life's awareness
Grieving every day past
Grieving the passage of each day
Nothing ever lasts
Conveying the impermanence of everything
Fearing every day, the future to come
Fearing the uncertain future
Homesick with no memory of a home
Feeling homesick without a clear memory of home
My existence is comfortless and barren
Describing an existence devoid of comfort and fertility
False hope prevails in times of desperation
Noting the prevalence of false hope in desperate times
Visions of death
Experiencing visions or thoughts related to death
Embedded behind my eyes
Having a persistent mental image of death
A burning feeling of inadequacy
Feeling a burning sense of inadequacy
Forged from the weight of a tortured history
Linking inadequacy to the weight of a troubled history
When everyday it seems like everything is getting worse
Perceiving a worsening of everything in daily life
I'm only getting worse
Expressing personal deterioration in the face of adversity
My cries for death unheard
Emphasizing that pleas for death are ignored or unnoticed
My cries for death unheard
Repeating the theme of unheard cries for death
Dwelling in reality
Dwelling in the harshness of reality
Exercise in futility
Considering daily struggles as futile exercises
Every day is getting harder than the last
Highlighting the increasing difficulty of each day
I can't go on living like this
Expressing an inability to continue living in the current state
Enveloped by the silence
Being surrounded or overwhelmed by silence
Accustom to the violence
Being accustomed to or accepting violence
Isolating and wasting away
Isolating oneself and deteriorating
Enveloped by the silence
Reiterating the theme of being enveloped by silence
Accustom to the violence
Reiterating the theme of being accustomed to violence
Isolating and wasting away
Repeating the theme of isolation and decay
My cries for death unheard
Repeating the idea that pleas for death go unheard
My cries for death unheard
Repeating the theme of unheard cries for death
My cries for death unheard
-My cries for death unheard
Final repetition of the idea that pleas for death are ignored
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