We've Had Enough
Echoes of Despair: Spanish Love Songs' Poignant Anthem
Lyrics
In the shadows where the heads hang low
In a place where people are downtrodden and defeated
You hear the voices as the wind blows
Hearing the voices carried by the wind
Asking can't you see?
Questioning if you can perceive the struggles
Reminding you to breathe
A reminder to stay alive and endure
It's only time before it catches up
The inevitable passage of time catching up
To you and all your broken luck
To individuals facing constant misfortune
I've found a better way
Discovering a more effective way
To get even with my memory
To seek revenge against painful memories
In the darkness where the angels cry
In the obscurity where sorrowful angels weep
Give us water, give us back our lives
Pleading for relief, for the return of normal lives
Our bed's this concrete floor
A hard surface as a bed, symbolizing deprivation
And it's all we have left to live for
Concrete floor as the only reason to keep going
A day we'll never face, we're only
A day avoided, representing persistent suffering
Second-handed, sick, and lonely
Living through others, feeling ill and isolated
Fighting back the tears
Resisting tears and the temptation to self-destruct
And every urge to Van Gogh both our ears
Referencing Van Gogh's self-mutilation as a metaphor
That's it, we've had enough
Expressing a definitive decision to end the suffering
Please turn that fucking radio off
Demanding the cessation of a distressing radio broadcast
Ain't nothing on the air wave in the despair we feel
Nothing on the radio reflects the despair being felt
In the shadows where the heads hang low
Repetition of the setting where people are defeated
You hear the voices as the wind blows
Reiteration of voices carried by the wind
Asking can't you see?
Repeating the question about perceiving struggles
Reminding you to breathe
Restating the reminder to endure
It's only time before it catches up
Reiterating the inevitability of time catching up
To you and all your broken luck
Reaffirming misfortune catching up with individuals
I've found a better way
Reasserting a more effective coping mechanism
To get even with my enemies
Emphasizing revenge against personal adversaries
That's it, we've had enough
Reiteration of the decision to end the suffering
Please turn that fucking radio off
Reiterating the demand to turn off a distressing radio
Ain't nothing on the air wave in the despair we feel
Re-emphasizing the lack of solace in radio broadcasts
That said, We've had enough
Confirming the resolute decision to end the suffering
Put Walk Among Us on and turn it up
Suggesting a remedy - listening to music loudly
Ain't nothing on the air wave in the hatred we feel
Reaffirming the lack of comfort in radio broadcasts
This is our biggest fear
Identifying a profound fear being realized
The only tunes that we hear
Highlighting that only certain tunes are audible
Come via antenna to your car radio
Explaining how music reaches your car radio
Oh no, no, no
An expression of distress or disbelief
That's it, we've had enough
Reiteration of the decision to end the suffering
We've had enough
Confirmation of reaching the limit
That's it, we've had enough
Reaffirming the decision to end the suffering
We've had enough
A conclusive statement that the suffering is unbearable
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