Lyrics
I see all the faces in fear
Fearful faces are observed.
Are tired souls
Souls are exhausted.
They are in a way
They exist in a peculiar manner.
their own ghosts
They resemble their own apparitions.
Which slip through the space
Ghosts metaphorically traverse the space.
So out of shape, so out of place in the morning
Appear distorted and out of place in the morning.
I see, crossing the stream
Observing souls crossing a stream.
Those tired souls
The souls are weary once again.
Locked again in their own thoughts
Trapped in their own thoughts.
The body breaks the ice
The body overcomes obstacles but succumbs and sinks.
And sinks like a stone, here again we're drowning
A sense of drowning, repeating the cycle.
Splitting Eyes
Eyes are divided or conflicted.
A failing pulse
A weak or diminishing pulse is experienced.
Stiffened Arms
Arms become rigid or unresponsive.
Senses are gone
Senses are no longer functional.
The day
The day disappoints or fails.
Has let
The day abandons or betrays us.
us down
(Empty line, no specific interpretation provided.)
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