The Devil
Embracing Shadows: A Melodic Journey of Inner Conflict
Lyrics
The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back
The conflicting influences of good and bad in my life are collaborating secretly.
Oh well, I can't change how they feel
I cannot control or alter their sentiments.
The absence of truth through their consummation was expected
The lack of truth resulting from their union was anticipated.
But damn I hoped that making them bump would do something for relations
I had hoped that bringing them together would improve their relationship, but it seems futile.
I think I made a mistake
I acknowledge a mistake in my actions.
'Cause everything's
Despite the mistake, everything appears to be going well.
Looking pretty great
The situation looks positive, although not perfect.
And it wasn't perfect I could tell
I can sense imperfections in the seemingly positive scenario.
The white wallpaper slowly browned
The pristine white surroundings are gradually becoming tainted.
And as it peeled and fell to the ground
The peeling wallpaper reveals the true nature of the environment.
The earth was exposed as itself
The Earth is exposed in its raw reality.
Catching my mind in the strangest places
I find myself lost in unusual thoughts.
Like visions of a temperate kind of hell
Imagining a peculiar and moderate form of hell.
Amenities and drinks in frosted glass
Enjoying luxuries in a state of confusion.
The sun in my eyes and my heart so full
Blinded by the sun, with a heart full of emotions.
I can't tell if it's tight from fear or love
Uncertain if the emotions are driven by fear or love.
The mystery's alluring and all
The allure of the unknown is captivating.
But I'd like to know how to feel
Desire to understand and experience genuine emotions.
I think I've made a mistake
Recognition of another mistake.
'Cause everything's looking pretty vague
Despite appearances, everything seems unclear or ambiguous.
It feels like a lifetime on some different timeline
Time feels prolonged and detached from reality.
I'm there; in my clothes, in my skin, on my phone
An existential feeling of being present but disconnected from oneself.
It's me
Acknowledging self-identity amid a sense of detachment.
None of my history, feels like a part of me or my life
Past experiences don't feel integral to my current self or life.
But my feet touch the floor on the earth like before
Grounded in the present, despite the surreal feelings.
The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back
Reiteration of the initial situation with the devil and angel holding hands.
Oh well, I can't change how they feel
Acceptance that I cannot change the emotions of these conflicting influences.
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