Terminal
Echoes of Despair: Unraveling the Terminal Struggle
Lyrics
Living under a shadow of disbelief
Living in the constant presence of doubt and skepticism.
The lost has took its toll on me
Feeling the cumulative impact of losses.
Apathy my closest friend
Apathy is the closest and most familiar companion.
Nothing will cure this
No remedy exists for the pain and despair.
Never will end
The suffering seems endless.
Like a terminal disease
Comparing the struggles to an incurable and relentless affliction.
Your hope is failing me
Hope is diminishing.
Pulling under my hands are digging deeper
Feeling overwhelmed, sinking deeper, losing control.
Ripping out my soul
Experiencing profound emotional pain.
Ripping out my god damn soul
Intensifying the emotional distress.
Ripping out my soul
Continuation of the emotional turmoil.
These hands are ripping out my soul
Reiterating the internal struggle and torment.
Through these dark days
Navigating through difficult times.
We are the decay in their hearts
The speaker represents decay in the hearts of others.
Through these dark days
Emphasizing the role in shaping one's destiny during challenges.
Our fate is what we make
(Empty Line)
Like a terminal disease
Recurrence of the metaphor of an incurable affliction.
Your hope is drowning me
Hope is suffocating.
Rip us under and take us fucking deeper
Being pulled down even further into despair.
Drowning in this hole
Sinking deeper into a metaphorical hole of suffering.
Drowning in this god damn hole
(Empty Line)
Through these dark days
Reiteration of being decay in the hearts of others.
We are the decay in their hearts
Contributing to the decay during challenging times.
Through these dark days
Emphasizing personal responsibility in shaping fate.
Our fate is what we make
(Empty Line)
Here we come through the dark days
Entering challenging times with determination.
We can't rip out there hearts
Unable to influence or change the hearts of others.
And tear out the lies
Rejecting falsehoods and tearing apart lies.
Here we come through the dark days
Continuation of the struggle through difficult times.
We've become the decay
Becoming a source of decay.
And Time and time again
Repetition of the theme of losing opportunities.
They cut away the chances we have left
Attempts to cut off remaining chances.
Clawing for a Change
Struggling for a transformative change.
A change of reckoning
Desiring a change in the course of events.
Now Through these dark days
Reiteration of contributing to decay in others.
We are the decay in their hearts
Enduring difficulties, refusing to fade away.
Through these dark days
(Empty Line)
We're never fading away
-Pull us under
Being pulled down further into suffering.
Our hands are digging deeper
Intensifying the grip of despair.
Tearing out your soul
Experiencing the pain of tearing apart one's soul.
Tearing out your god damn soul
Intensifying the emotional torment.
Like a terminal disease
Repetition of the metaphor of an incurable affliction.
You’re fucking killing me
Expressing the profound impact of the ongoing struggle.
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