Another Year
Reflections on Time: Lost Island Society's Poignant Journey
Lyrics
Blow out the candles, count the days
Reflecting on the passage of time, celebrating a birthday or anniversary.
Another year I've laid to waste
Expressing a sense of regret and feeling unproductive over the past year.
Another fear I'll never face
Avoiding confronting fears, possibly leading to personal stagnation.
It feels like I'm digging my own grave
Feeling as if one's actions are leading to a self-destructive outcome.
Is my conviction my disease
Questioning if strong beliefs or principles are causing personal harm.
Have I become a dying breed
Contemplating the rarity or diminishing presence of a particular trait or quality.
Unsure of what the future holds
Feeling uncertain about what the future holds.
Too young to feel so fucking old
Expressing a sense of premature aging or weariness despite youth.
The world is slowly burning as we stare into the flames
Observing the world facing challenges, possibly through environmental or societal issues.
Nothing is for certain in this day and age
Emphasizing the uncertainty prevalent in contemporary times.
All the time we've wasted only goes to show
Reflecting on wasted time as evidence of life's uncertainties.
That nothing's really sacred I hate to say I told you so
Expressing a reluctance to acknowledge that nothing is truly sacred or untouchable.
In the blink of an eye life passes by
Highlighting the fleeting nature of life and the rapid passage of time.
Why do our heroes have to die
Questioning the mortality of admired figures or role models.
What waits for me in the afterlife
Pondering the unknown aspects of the afterlife.
Another fear I'll cast aside
Expressing a determination to overcome and discard certain fears.
Because I won't die here on my knees
Declaring a refusal to succumb to challenges or adversity.
I'll disappear into the breeze
Desiring a quiet escape or disappearance from difficulties.
And find a place to catch my breath
Seeking a moment of respite before potential burnout or exhaustion.
Before I work myself to death
Acknowledging the need to avoid overexertion and preserve one's well-being.
The world is slowly burning as we stare into the flames
Reiterating the perception of the world facing significant challenges.
Nothing is for certain in this day and age
Reinforcing the idea that certainty is elusive in the contemporary era.
All the time we've wasted only goes to show
Revisiting the theme of wasted time as a demonstration of life's uncertainties.
That nothing's really sacred I hate to say I told you so
Restating the reluctance to accept that nothing is truly sacred, with a touch of foresight or warning.
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