Lyrics
The pest in the eyes of death follows us
The presence of death is like a pest, following and haunting us.
Through the dirty streets of blood
We traverse through streets stained with blood and filth.
It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones
An internal decay begins, consuming our bones.
How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?
A sense of suffocation as the void envelops our lungs, questioning our escape.
We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves
We find ourselves buried in the waste we've created for ourselves.
Blood, pain, nothing to say
Experiencing blood and pain, yet rendered speechless.
Why then must we die?
Pondering the reason for our inevitable death.
Escape to the void
Suggesting a desire to escape from the bleak reality.
Escape to the void
Reiteration of the plea to escape to the void.
I look at my face on the side of the mirror
Self-reflection as the narrator sees their deteriorating face in the mirror.
My face falls down in pieces full of worms
The face disintegrates into pieces infested with worms.
I burst my rotten heart with my own hands
The narrator metaphorically destroys their corrupted heart with their own hands.
I'm dying and I can't help myself
Facing imminent death with a sense of helplessness.
Blood, pain, nothing to say
Continued experience of blood and pain, accompanied by silence.
Why then must we die?
Questioning the inevitability of death.
What have I been running from?
Ruminating on what the narrator has been trying to escape.
I'm not guilty
Denying guilt for the circumstances.
You've shown me the worst way
Acknowledging exposure to a dark path, influenced by external factors.
'Cause you're my victim, the next one
Identifying someone as a victim, hinting at a cycle of victimization.
The pest in the eyes of death follows us
Repetition of the imagery of death's presence as a pest.
Through the dirty streets of blood
Reiteration of the journey through blood-stained streets.
It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones
Repetition of the internal decay theme.
How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?
Revisiting the suffocation and the challenge of escaping the void.
We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves
Repeating the idea of being buried in self-created waste.
Blood, pain, nothing to say
Recurrence of the experience of blood and pain, coupled with silence.
Why then must we die?
Reiterating the questioning of the necessity of death.
Escape to the void
Re-emphasizing the desire for an escape to the void.
Escape to the void
Reiteration of the plea to escape to the void.
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