Lyrics
1000 years of solitude
Reflecting on a span of 1000 years marked by solitude and loneliness.
1000 years of pain
Expressing enduring pain throughout the same 1000-year period.
hardened my heart
Describing a heart that has become tough and unyielding.
fed my poor soul with misery
Acknowledging the soul's consumption by misery.
I can't even tell
Conveying an inability to discern one's state—alive or dead.
am I dead, am I alive?
Pondering existence, questioning whether the speaker is alive or deceased.
Don't hesitate, penetrate me with your sting
Inviting a metaphorical penetration or impact, possibly by life's challenges.
I don't know how to cry
Admitting a difficulty in expressing emotions, particularly crying.
I won't even bleed
Asserting an emotional numbness, not susceptible to bleeding or feeling deeply.
Don't even worry if I might die
Dismissing concern for the possibility of death, indicating a desensitization to mortality.
At least then I'll know that I was alive
Finding value in experiencing life, even if it leads to death.
1000 years of isolation
Reiterating a theme of prolonged isolation over the course of 1000 years.
the closer to you, the lonelier I get
Expressing increasing loneliness as one gets closer to a particular person.
I could vanish in your presence
Suggesting the potential to disappear or lose oneself in the presence of someone else.
You wouldn't even notice
Highlighting a sense of insignificance, where the speaker might vanish without notice.
Maybe I already did, how should I know ?
Pondering whether the speaker has already disappeared, emphasizing uncertainty.
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