Pedestrian

Whispers of Mortality: LURK's Pedestrian Unveiled
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Lyrics

all tangled in orange

All entangled in confusion or complexity represented by the color orange.

and if nothing rhymes with that then

If there's no suitable rhyme for the previous line, express my new grievances.

let me vent all my new complaints

Allow me to release and express my recent complaints.

Stop the tape looks like a wrap they say

Stop the recording; it seems the task is complete, as they say.

No one heard anyway

No one paid attention or listened anyway.


Is that my face?

Questioning one's own identity or appearance.

I don't recognize the distinction

Unable to distinguish or identify oneself.

that's just some poor old fool

Referring to someone as a foolish person searching for lost possessions.

he's been looking for his marbles they threw away

Describing a person looking for something discarded by others with the implication of futility.

He'll die soon anyway

Expressing a fatalistic perspective that the person will die soon regardless.


Like screaming curses at wind

Comparing expressing anger or frustration to shouting at the wind.

Death is noiseless

Death is a silent and unnoticed event.

A shade of pale on your skin

Describing a pale complexion, possibly linked to death.

Death is noiseless

Reiterating that death occurs silently.

Check for a fever then die by your receiver just praying that your signal comes in

Checking for illness and hoping desperately for communication.


Be more exposed

Suggesting a need for increased vulnerability or openness.

Like an awkward sexual tension

Comparing vulnerability to an uncomfortable sexual atmosphere in a public setting.

that's gazed in public view

Continuing the metaphor of vulnerability leading to an abrupt end.

til a foot cramp brings on the sudden death of you

Imagining a scenario where a foot cramp unexpectedly causes death.

Sing the song I know you know the tune

Encouraging the singing of a familiar song.


Like screaming curses at wind

Repeating the comparison of expressing frustration to shouting at the wind.

Death is noiseless

Reiterating the notion that death happens silently and unnoticed.

A shade of pale on your skin

Repeating the description of a pale complexion associated with death.

Death is noiseless

Reiterating that death is a silent occurrence.

Check for a fever then die by your receiver just praying that your signal comes in

Checking for illness and expressing the desperate hope for communication.

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