Fog
Lost in the Fog: A Soul's Descent into Darkness
Lyrics
I'm searching for my soul
I am on a quest to find my soul.
I've got a long ways to go
The journey is long, and I have a significant distance to cover.
I've looked out back but I don't know where it's at
Despite searching, I am uncertain about the location of my soul.
I got a ride into town
I hitched a ride to town.
And I looked all around
In town, I explored extensively.
I'm afraid I've left it far behind
Fearful that I have left my soul far behind.
The fog comes in and clouds my way
A metaphorical fog obstructs my path.
The ground starts breaking underneath
The ground beneath me is unstable.
I'm so lost I can hardly breathe
I feel profoundly lost and struggle to breathe.
My soul is hiding far from me
My soul seems elusive, hiding from me.
Far from me
Reiteration of the soul being distant.
I didn't give it away
I did not give my soul away or provide reasons for its departure.
Or loan in out for the day
I didn't lend it out temporarily.
Never gave it a reason to walk away
I did not cause my soul to leave willingly.
I keep calling out
I keep calling out for my soul.
Hoping he'll hear the sound
Hoping for a response, but it feels futile.
But it seems like I'm talking to the wall
Communication feels ineffective, akin to talking to a wall.
The fog comes in and clouds my way
The metaphorical fog persists, hindering my progress.
The ground starts breaking underneath
The instability deepens beneath me.
I'm so lost I can hardly breathe
The feeling of being lost intensifies, making it hard to breathe.
My soul is hiding far from me
My soul remains elusive and distant.
Far from me
Reiteration of the soul being far away.
And here it goes again
A recurrence of challenges in communication.
I try to state my case
Expressing difficulty in making one's case understood.
But the more I talk the less I'm understood
The more I speak, the less I feel understood by others.
I don't know anymore
A sense of confusion and loss of self-awareness.
Who's a friend or a foe
Uncertainty about distinguishing between friends and foes.
It feels like I barely even know myself this time
A feeling of not knowing oneself well at this moment.
The fog comes in and clouds my way
The persistent metaphorical fog continues to impede progress.
The ground starts breaking underneath
The instability beneath me persists.
I'm so lost I can hardly breathe
Intensified feelings of being lost and suffocated.
My soul is hiding far from me
My soul remains elusive and distant.
Far from me
Reiteration of the soul being far away.
Don't mind me here I'm just drowning, dying trying to catch my breath
Expressing a struggle, feeling overwhelmed, and gasping for breath.
But the current keeps pulling me down
A metaphorical current pulls the speaker down.
I guess I wasn't that important anyways
A sense of insignificance and abandonment.
No I don't need your help or your pity
Rejecting help and pity, asserting strength.
He's a way bigger badder mother fucker than you
Comparing the challenges to a formidable opponent.
I'll be just fine standing on my own two feet
Confident in standing independently, though acknowledging time is needed.
Though it might take a while
Recognizing that personal recovery may take a while.
Not quite as long as you think
Asserting resilience, quicker than others might think.
I'll be just find
Reaffirming personal strength and well-being.
No I don't need your help
Declining assistance once again.
Not this time
Asserting independence and resilience, refusing help.
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