Via Sin Dos
Embracing the Abyss: Leftöver Crack's Via Sin Dos
Lyrics
The crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back
The overwhelming burden pressing on my tired back
The tedious routines of day to day poise to attack
The monotonous daily routines poised for action
The poisonous pollution and the pointlessness of care
The harmful pollution and the futility of concern
And in a blink we blow away to dust upon the air
We disappear like dust in the air in an instant
Six feet down and underground [4x]
Emphasizing being six feet under, symbolizing death [4x]
A clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
A frozen, perfect state still in solidification lies
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
We will decay and crumble in a hardened deterioration
And in as much as I can see no future why go on
Considering the lack of a visible future, questioning the purpose of continuing
So this here I present to you one final poem in song
Presenting a final poem in song as a possible conclusion
And I can see a darkness and a clearing of the path
Perceiving darkness and a clearing of the path simultaneously
In the overpopulation I can simplify the math
Simplifying the challenges of overpopulation through mathematical reduction
Six feet down and underground [4x]
Reiterating the emphasis on being six feet under [4x]
A clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
Repeating the idea of a frozen, perfect state in solidification
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
Anticipating decay and crumbling in a hardened deterioration
The hazy warmth encompasses my eyes a misty sea
Describing a hazy warmth surrounding the eyes like a misty sea
The soft embrace of sunset in a dark eternity
Experiencing the gentle embrace of sunset in a dark, eternal context
Prayer and flowers mock and tease my terrorized beliefs
Expressing the mockery and teasing of one's terrorized beliefs by prayer and flowers
The truth is that we're born to die until our sweet release
Acknowledging the inevitability of being born to die until finding release
I care so much and not at all about every living breath
Balancing caring deeply and not caring at all about every living breath
The sadness of this sentience; a sentence to my death
Reflecting on the sadness of consciousness, seen as a sentence leading to death
In my grave and down the drain; Erase the misspent past
Highlighting the fleeting nature of tortured love in memories
The tortured love in memories are never meant to last
Suggesting that such memories are not meant to last
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