Sun Dies, Blood Moon
Embracing the Waning Light: Norma Jean's Reflective Journey
Lyrics
Have no fear and open your eyes and observe the glowing room
Encouraging to face fear, open eyes, and observe the surroundings.
Through the blood that runs through your eyelids, I guess it's time to wake
Suggesting it's time to awaken, referencing blood and eyelids.
Moving hours with vacant hands just for the chance just to sleep again
Passing time with empty hands, longing for sleep.
Drag my feet across the earth yeah I guess that nothings restored
Dragging feet on Earth, implying nothing is restored.
Make my through my designer home
Moving through a designer home.
To the heart of my captivity
Heading towards the heart of captivity.
Where I am both prisoner and warden
Being both prisoner and warden in one's own space.
All I need is the air inside my lungs, or a cigarette
Expressing a minimal need for air or a cigarette.
Life is blank without the flame
Life is dull without passion or excitement.
It's OK cause I am still within the womb
Accepting current circumstances as being in the womb.
Watching from the inside, the inside
Observing from the inside, possibly self-reflection.
The great things wait just past the horizon
Anticipation for great things beyond the horizon.
They lose their glow when the lights hit their skin
Diminishing value of great things when exposed to reality.
Outstretched hands I'll flee and to nothing I will open the door
Choosing to open the door to nothingness.
The sun is dead, or maybe just fading out
Declaring the sun as dead or fading, representing a gloomy outlook.
It hits my skin for the first time in days and days
Feeling sunlight after days, implying isolation or depression.
As I slip into the air I feel the warmest winter
Experiencing warmth in the coldest moments.
That I can remember
Nostalgia for a breathless, empty world.
Breathless is the empty world
Feeling breathless in a desolate world.
Aimlessly walking through a vacant city
Wandering aimlessly through a vacant city.
The architecture is all alone
Highlighting the loneliness of architecture.
If this is the end I don't feel a damn thing
Indifference to a potential end, numbness.
My tired feet matter no more
Feet are tired, but their condition doesn't matter.
It seems the things I tend to believe always fall to my feet
Belief in things that tend to disappoint.
To dig my shallow graves
Metaphorical digging of shallow graves for mistakes.
You must have felt this, before you even woke up
Assuming shared experiences before waking up.
You should have known it years ago
Regret for not realizing certain truths earlier.
Do not be surprised my friend
Advising not to be surprised by life's challenges.
You make your own decisions
Empowering the idea of personal responsibility.
You worked hard, you fought the good fight
Acknowledging hard work and the struggle.
The taste of copper in a failed mouth full of broken teeth
Sensory experience of metal taste and broken teeth.
And the sounds of excuses
Hearing excuses as a background noise.
I'll count my blessings on the fingers of the unbit hand
Counting blessings, emphasizing the ungrateful nature.
Empty of reason, goodbyes on the tip of my tongue forever
Facing eternal goodbyes and emotional numbness.
And so it goes
Accepting the cyclical nature of life.
I must have seen it, before I even woke up
Reflecting on past experiences before waking up.
I should have known it years ago
Expressing regret for not realizing truths sooner.
I will storm the gates of hell
Determined to face challenges head-on, referencing hell.
I will kill the queen of death herself
Expressing determination to overcome death's influence.
Shadowless in the last direct light of the drowning sun
Describing a shadowless state in the fading sunlight.
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