Sword of Eyes
Sword of Eyes: Unveiling the Haunting Echoes of Lost Moments
Lyrics
There is no one on the air
Expression of solitude or isolation in the air.
I chase parading ghosts in burning memory
Pursuit of fleeting memories haunted by ghosts.
Through empty shells of stolen moments
Reflection on stolen moments that are now empty.
As all the stains are reassuring us
Stains serve as reminders of past experiences.
That they happened
Acknowledgment that events have occurred.
Poring over the fragments found, lost in portrayal
Intense examination of found fragments lost in portrayal.
Reflected back unto ourselves
Reflection onto oneself through fragments.
I've been reduced to a faded impression
Feeling reduced to a faded impression.
Attention paid, critical.
Recognition of attention given, with a critical perspective.
These elements, they fail to align
Failure of elements to align.
I realize this is passing
Awareness that time is passing.
Do they become something more
Questioning if moments transform into something more.
Under the surface of an image paralyzed
Exploration beneath the surface of a paralyzed image.
As we become nothing
Realization of becoming nothing.
Spectral trails echo on the air
Echoes of spectral trails in the air.
Aperture set
Setting the aperture, capturing a moment.
Projected whispers through empty shells of stolen moments pouring over
Whispers projected through empty stolen moments.
Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind
Reflection on the illusion of time behind.
And I give myself to the truth
Surrendering to the truth, a vulnerable act.
Flesh fed to the piranhas
Metaphorical sacrifice, offering oneself to predators.
Liar's blood it falls into water
Symbolic representation of deceitful actions affecting others.
Where only the water survives
Survival of only the deceptive element in water.
I'll stare into my own false eyes
Confronting one's own falsehood through gaze.
And watch the life in them die
Witnessing the extinguishing of life in one's own eyes.
The past will lay dead
Declaring the death of the past.
When the present is slain by the sword of eyes
The present defeated by a metaphorical "sword of eyes."
Watch these words run silent, run deep, run together
Observing the impact of words running deep and silent.
You can't have it back
Irrevocability of losing something.
You can never have it back
Emphasis on the impossibility of reclaiming the past.
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