Pyrite Pedestal

Metamorphosis of Self: Unveiling the Pyrite Pedestal
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Lyrics

Once, while falling into approvals tricky arms

Reflecting on a past experience of seeking approval, which proved challenging.

I saw esteem's corpse

Witnessing the lifelessness of self-esteem, possibly due to past experiences.

Deafened by allure's sweet, sweet song

Being unable to hear due to the captivating nature of a tempting and attractive song.

On Stygian shores

Referring to dark and gloomy shores, symbolizing a difficult or negative situation.


Affixed like I'm under a spell

Feeling constrained or captivated as if under a magical influence.

That ain't even like myself

Not recognizing one's own behavior, feeling out of character.

No - things are going to change

A declaration that a change is imminent.

That starts today

Expressing the beginning of the change, starting from today.


It seems just yesterday I ate it up

Recalling a recent past where the speaker believed and accepted something.

Your yarns were dipped in gold

Describing someone's stories as attractive and valuable, possibly deceiving.

I swallowed them whole

Swallowing those stories whole, accepting them completely.

The real tragedy is that your act is just boring and old

Critiquing the storyteller's act as uninteresting, lacking novelty or excitement.


Back and forth with this disdain

Experiencing a fluctuation of negative emotions.

That ain't even why I came

Expressing that the reason for the negative feelings is not the original intention or purpose.

And when I scream

Shouting or expressing intense emotions.

You want me crawling on my knees

Describing a desire for submission or vulnerability from the other person.


I guess these days I'm someone else

Acknowledging a transformation or change in identity.

I'm better off all by myself

Believing that being alone is preferable and healthier.

These days I'm just somebody else

Affirming the current state of being someone different from the past.

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