Another Hell To Call My Own
A Symphony of Self-Destruction: Something's Cursed Unveils Another Hell
Lyrics
Well I might try to string you along
The speaker contemplates manipulating or deceiving someone.
To steal your regrets and sing you a song
Expressing a desire to take away the listener's regrets through song.
Or I might believe that we can be free
The speaker entertains the idea of achieving freedom from moral wrongdoing or current suffering.
From cardinal sin or tonight's agony
Referencing the struggle against cardinal sin or the pain of the current moment.
I love the way that we hate ourselves
Reflecting on the paradoxical enjoyment of self-hatred in their relationship.
Forget our mistakes, put our dreams on the shelf
Choosing to forget mistakes and abandoning dreams.
To finish this off there's gotta be blood
Alluding to a violent or dramatic ending, possibly involving bloodshed.
It fills up the sink and it stinks up the tub
Describing a gruesome scene involving blood in a sink and tub.
Well I don't think
Expressing doubt or skepticism.
That you could ever stand to sit right next to me
Doubting the listener's ability to tolerate proximity.
I'll find another hell to call my own
Expressing a determination to find a personal hell.
I never thought I'd hear you dying next to me
Unexpectedly hearing someone close dying, leading to personal reflection.
Now this alibi is getting old
Claiming an alibi that is becoming less convincing.
I don't think I'll last another memory
Anticipating difficulty coping with another painful memory.
I'm starting to think drowning's all I know
Suggesting a preference for drowning as a metaphor for personal struggles.
I caught another vacant sort of misery
Encountering another form of emptiness or unhappiness.
Now I'll just keep reaping what I sow
Acknowledging the consequences of one's actions.
A price on my head is all I can show
Feeling targeted or pursued for past mistakes.
For all of the shit that I made her go
Taking responsibility for causing pain to someone else.
Throughout this lie, a couple of times
Throughout deception, admitting attempts to save face.
I tried to save face, now I'm bloody and blind
Experiencing physical harm as a consequence of deception.
Well I don't think
Repeating doubts about the listener's tolerance.
That you could ever stand to sit right next to me
Reiterating the search for a personal hell due to perceived incompatibility.
I'll find another hell to call my own
Continuing the determination to find a personal hell, possibly indicating a cyclical struggle.
I never thought I'd hear you dying next to me
Revisiting the unexpected and tragic death of someone close.
Now this alibi is getting old
Expressing growing skepticism about the credibility of an alibi.
I don't think I'll last another memory
Anticipating difficulty enduring another painful memory.
I'm starting to think drowning's all I know
Reaffirming a sense of familiarity with the metaphorical drowning of personal struggles.
I caught another vacant sort of misery
Encountering another form of emptiness or unhappiness, reinforcing a cycle of negativity.
Now I'll just keep reaping what I sow
Accepting the ongoing consequences of one's actions, possibly in a resigned manner.
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