Afterdusk
Echoes of Ecological Desolation: Silent Planet's Afterdusk Message
Lyrics
First the auspices, they came dripping from the sky, set their course to the coast, black sand blazing in their eyes. We woke and bore witness to a tarnished veil of gold tiny corpses line the strand, obsolescence unfolds. Intravenously, hypodermic pipelines seep toxins to the sea adorning our shores with negligence. Suffocate, immolate - cauterize the surface. Poison dances in the sky.
Alien beings arrived, heading towards the coast with black sand in their eyes. The aftermath reveals tiny corpses and a deteriorating environment.
Walk with me. Walk with me and see our colonies breeding dystrophy. Can you feel feel the disconnect resonate, burn inside your chest? Palpitating palpitating pulse - failing heart, cardiac convulse.
Invites the listener to observe the consequences of human actions, breeding societal decay. The disconnect is palpable, causing internal discomfort.
The violence we love, it's cyclical. We rise and we fall, it's inevitable.
Reflects on the cyclical nature of violence that humanity embraces, acknowledging the inevitability of rising and falling.
Is it fatal? Is the fallout inevitable?
Raises questions about the fatal consequences and the inescapability of fallout from destructive behaviors.
It was all for nothing"" - spiraling out of control.
Describes a situation where efforts seem futile and are spiraling out of control.
(Misdirected decathect, both indirect and circumspect, oh architect of disconnect, in retrospect I now suspect.)
Expresses suspicion and regret about misguided emotional detachment, possibly in the context of societal architecture.
Trace the hills with your hungry eyes. Witness how, like an orphan's spine, cities protrude on the horizon line. Greed will rise and carve out the sky, blinding us to the repercussion. Pull the blood from the earth, leave a grave for your sons. Oil is the ink, fueling missiles like pens - writing oblivion.
Depicts the landscape and cities as a result of unchecked greed, foreseeing consequences that blind us to the impending repercussions of our actions.
Walk with me. Walk with me and see our colonies breeding dystrophy. Can you feel feel the disconnect resonate, burn inside your chest? Palpitating palpitating pulse - failing heart, cardiac convulse.
Reiterates the invitation to witness the dystrophy caused by human activities, emphasizing the physical and emotional toll.
The violence we love, it's cyclical. We rise and we fall, it's inevitable.
Reaffirms the cyclical nature of violence, acknowledging the inevitable rise and fall of societies.
Is it fatal? Is the fallout inevitable? It was all for nothing - spiraling out of control.
Questions the inevitability and fatal nature of the fallout, expressing a sense of regret and loss.
This violence we love, it's cyclical. We rise and we fall, it's inevitable. The violence we love, it's cyclical. We rose just to fall.
Repeats the acknowledgment of the cyclical violence, emphasizing the rise and fall of societies, ending in a fall despite previous rises.
I followed the harm to the site of infection: The exit wounds where we made our home. We were gorged with the earth and drunk off the seas. And now we die with the taste of decay on our tongues.
Describes following the harm to its origin, acknowledging the destructive impact on the environment that was once considered home.
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