The Vanishing Act

Vanishing Echoes: Embracing Freedom from Feeling
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Lyrics

The blight and the static of motionless days

The negativity and lack of progress in stagnant days.

A figure lies dreaming below the malaise

A person is dreaming amidst a general feeling of discomfort.

Pull in and come close

An invitation to approach and get closer.

It's humming the low notes

A continuous, low humming sound.

The dust grows cold, we wait

The atmosphere is becoming colder as anticipation builds.

If I could be nothing, I would be

Expressing a desire to be nothing or devoid of identity.

Appropriate freedom from feeling

Seeking a freedom that is suitable and fitting.

It's the shaft of sunlight in the sick

Referring to a beam of sunlight in an unhealthy environment.

It's the spite that I wring from my spirit

The resentment extracted from one's own spirit.

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well

An apology for not being emotionally well.

Landlocked in the after hell

Feeling trapped or confined in a difficult situation.

The skin will come away

The outer layer will detach, possibly symbolizing vulnerability.

So nothing can touch me

Creating a barrier so that nothing can emotionally affect.

I'll take it back

Retracting or taking something back.

If I could be nothing, I would be

Reiterating a desire to be nothing or devoid of identity.

Appropriate freedom from feeling

Seeking a fitting freedom from emotions.

It's the shaft of sunlight in the sick

Referring again to sunlight in an unhealthy context.

It's the spite that I wring from my spirit

Expressing the resentment extracted from one's own spirit.

If I could be nothing, I would be

Repeating the desire to be nothing or devoid of identity.

If I could be nothing, I would be

Reiterating the desire to be nothing or devoid of identity.

Appropriate freedom from feeling

Continuing the quest for a fitting freedom from emotions.

It's the shaft of sunlight in the sick

Referring once more to sunlight in an unhealthy environment.

It's the spite that I wring from my spirit

Reiterating the resentment extracted from one's own spirit.

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