Lyrics
Grasping for eternity, my fingers begin to slip. Consumed completely by the gravity, my consciousness has slipped.
Expressing a struggle for permanence, feeling the loss of grip on existence. Overwhelmed by the force of gravity, losing awareness.
My vision, nothing stays still.
Describing a dynamic and unstable perception, where nothing remains static in the narrator's vision.
Colors, pulsing, ethereal.
Depicting vibrant and otherworldly colors, suggesting a surreal and transcendent experience.
Slowly I die, made a part of everything.
Reflecting on a slow death that leads to becoming an integral part of the universe.
Do I realize where I am or am I in the void of nothing? I stand at the precipice of reality.
Questioning awareness and existence, standing on the edge of reality, possibly facing the void or nothingness.
Witnessing the appearance of decrepit structures right in front of me.
Observing the emergence of decayed structures, possibly symbolic of confronting the darker aspects of existence.
I’m dead and in hell.
Expressing a sense of being in a state of suffering or torment, metaphorically in hell.
I have awoken and I can’t tell if I really know I’m here or if I’m constantly being reborn; experiencing each moment individually.
Confusion about self-awareness, questioning if the narrator is truly present or continuously undergoing rebirth.
My sight is covered by an array, nay, a net a geometrical patterns.
Experiencing distorted perception, possibly indicating a complex or obstructed view of reality through geometric patterns.
I’m absorbed into the earth and I welcome absolution.
Embracing a sense of absolution by merging with the earth, suggesting a desire for release or purification.
No more self.
Announcing the dissolution of self, becoming an integral part of the broader existence.
I’m merely a part of existence.
Acknowledging a state of existence beyond individuality, where the narrator is a mere component of the whole.
I’m dead and in hell.
Reiteration of being in a state of suffering or torment, emphasizing the grim reality of the narrator's experience.
I’ve awoken and I can’t tell if I really know I’m here or if I’m constantly being reborn.
Repeating the uncertainty of self-awareness, questioning if the narrator truly understands their existence.
Everything is a part of everything, just as much as it is of nothing.
Highlighting the interconnectedness of everything, emphasizing the dual nature of existence—being a part of everything and nothing.
I’m God. I can use my vision to create.
Claiming god-like abilities, using vision as a creative force, but acknowledging the destructive nature inherent in creation.
However, as much I form, I destroy in this cyclical action.
Balancing creation and destruction, recognizing the cyclical nature of these actions.
I begin to return, my eyes are now closing.
Initiating a return to a more conventional state, symbolized by the closing of the narrator's eyes.
Return to normality.
Expressing a desire to return to normality, possibly seeking relief from the intense experiences described.
The belt grips my throat.
Metaphorically portraying a struggle or constraint, symbolized by a belt gripping the narrator's throat.
I long to be free.
Expressing a longing for freedom, possibly from the constraints or struggles mentioned earlier.
May my death come swiftly.
Expressing a desire for a swift death, possibly as an escape from the intense experiences described earlier.
Bring me back to the sepulcher.
Expressing a wish to return to the sepulcher, possibly symbolizing a desire for peace or a return to a state of rest.
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