The Flame
In the Embers of Identity: Sons of Rice Unveil a Soul-Searching Journey
Lyrics
Everybody thinks that I'm going insane
Feeling misunderstood, others perceive the speaker as losing sanity.
knowing who I really am
The challenge of being true to oneself causes internal distress.
Is causing me a lot of pain
Authenticity brings emotional pain.
Wish I can forget then maybe forgive myself
Desire to forget past actions and seek self-forgiveness.
Take a rope tie a knot
Metaphorically expressing the act of securing one's identity.
Around my name and its remains
Symbolic tying of the speaker's name to preserve its essence.
Keep it in your box
Suggests keeping the speaker's identity secure and hidden.
Take it hide it far away
Encourages keeping the speaker's identity distant from external influences.
One day I pray
An expression of hope for understanding and acceptance in the future.
That you can figure out a way
Hoping for a solution to navigate the challenges posed by the speaker's identity.
Change lanes break chains
Desire for change and liberation from constraints.
To go looking for my name
Searching actively for the speaker's true identity.
Keep it really close to you
Encouraging someone to hold onto the speaker's identity closely.
And prove to me that I'd remain
Requesting proof of the speaker's enduring presence.
If it wasn't for this box
Highlighting the importance of the hidden identity's protective box.
I don't know how I would've kept it
Expressing uncertainty about maintaining the identity without protection.
I would have left it out there sitting unprotected
Fear that exposure would leave the identity vulnerable and unprotected.
Cause every ray of sunshine which surely quickly burn it
Belief that positive influences might harm the preserved identity.
So I thought that the dark is the only way to preserve it
Choosing darkness as a means of preserving the speaker's essence.
But hold on am I wrong did I seem to miss it?
Expressing doubt about the chosen path of preserving identity.
Did I really close my eyes and leave my fate in this shit?
Questioning the speaker's decisions and acceptance of fate.
I'm hoping that your precious box would be enough to give it
Hopeful that someone can provide the love needed to sustain the identity.
All the love that it will need to make sure it keeps giving
Desire for the hidden identity to receive sufficient love.
All the love
Reiterating the need for love to ensure the identity's continuity.
Like a flame of torture that never ends
Comparing the identity to a relentless and painful flame.
All the things that I've planned and all the things that I've said
The speaker's plans and words continue to burn within.
Will keep burning inside with no exit no relief
The ongoing internal struggle with no relief in sight.
Just a bunch of weak sprinklers that can never defeat the flame
Weak attempts to suppress the burning emotions.
It ignites me
The flame of identity serves as a source of inspiration.
It burns guts to skin
The burning sensation affects the speaker deeply.
And eventually the sweat that I have religiously locked in
The internal struggle expressed through physical sensations.
Will manage to escape from my head through the rush in my mouth
Release of pent-up emotions through spoken words.
In the form of cursed words that I've been soaking in doubts
Verbalizing doubts that have been internalized.
So I sweat
Continued expression of internal distress through physical symptoms.
Pain
The enduring pain associated with the hidden identity.
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