Lyrics
As an imperfect form
Expressing self-awareness of being imperfect.
That smells of mold when
Suggesting a musty or decaying quality associated with imperfection.
Stopped hand of the clock will move
Anticipating a change when time resumes, highlighting the stagnation in the present.
It only to show that I'm the fool
Acknowledging a foolish aspect of oneself revealed when time moves forward.
Light cast on the shadow less contour
Describing illumination on a featureless outline, possibly representing clarity or self-realization.
Who has a hand that does not know its twin
Portraying a lack of self-recognition, a theme of identity confusion.
My hearth is racing, deaf to it's next beat
Expressing a heightened emotional state, possibly anxiety or excitement.
Pumping blood to mist covered head
Depicting a physiological response to intense emotions, with blood pumping to the head.
Can't unravel
Conveying a sense of being unable to comprehend or solve a complex situation.
All these hours
Reflecting on the passage of time and the challenges faced during it.
Cursed is a day from which you can't wake up
Expressing the feeling of being trapped in a day marked by misfortune or difficulty.
I rest myself in open flame
Choosing to confront danger or hardship willingly, akin to facing an open flame.
Day-dreaming of the first gate of hell
Imagining or daydreaming about a significant and challenging experience, perhaps linked to a descent into difficulty.
From the ashes you will compose my deeds
Suggesting that one's actions or deeds will arise from challenging or adverse situations.
As an imperfect form
Reiterating the acknowledgment of imperfection.
That smells of mold
Re-emphasizing the imperfect nature with a sensory image of mold.
Moved hand of the clock will surely stop
Anticipating an inevitable stop when time resumes, questioning the value of personal actions.
I breathed but at what cost
Reflecting on the consequences of breathing or existing, possibly alluding to the toll of life's experiences.
Light cast on the shadowless contour
Repeating the theme of clarity on an indistinct outline.
Who has a hand that does not know its twin
Reiterating a lack of self-awareness or confusion about identity.
My hearth is racing, deaf to it's next beat
Re-experiencing intense emotions, possibly with a sense of being out of control.
Pumping blood to mist covered head
Continuing the physiological response to emotional intensity, with blood pumping to the head.
Can't unravel
Restating the inability to unravel or understand complex situations.
All these hours
Reiterating the challenges faced during the passage of time.
Cursed is a day from which you can't wake up
Echoing the feeling of being trapped in a day marked by misfortune or difficulty.
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