Life Larceny
Unveiling the Dark Symphony of Life Larceny: A Journey through Inner Turmoil
Lyrics
I awake to do the same fucking thing
I start my day doing repetitive and unfulfilling tasks
In a bout with myself losing creativity
I'm in a struggle with myself, experiencing a lack of creativity
Is my job worth dying I'm really trying
I'm questioning if my job is worth the toll it's taking on my well-being, contemplating its impact on my life
To see a silver lining
I'm trying to find a positive aspect or hope in my situation
I'm lying and trying to claw through the day
I'm lying to myself and struggling to get through the day
But it doesn't help with that look on your face
Despite my efforts, your expression (possibly someone else's) is not helping
I don't know why I made this mistake
I regret a decision I made, but I don't understand why I made it
Of living past when the spark went away
I'm living beyond the point where my passion or enthusiasm faded
Cause I'm dead
I feel emotionally dead
So is everyone else
Expressing a sense of shared emotional numbness with others
I haven't been myself
I haven't been true to myself or authentic
since I came out of my shell
Since I emerged from my comfort zone or started facing reality
I wanna smash it
I have a strong desire to destroy something
But I can't grasp it
But I can't understand or hold onto that feeling
It's a feeling that's everlasting
This feeling is persistent and seemingly unending
I can't save myself
I can't find a way to rescue or redeem myself
With rage in my eyes
Expressing intense anger or frustration
It's all a comedy
Life is like a comedy, possibly filled with ironic or absurd situations
Sent from the Devine
Suggesting that life's challenges are divinely orchestrated
I'm a Victim of
Feeling like a victim of having one's life stolen or diminished
life larceny
Referring to the theme of life being stolen, possibly by external forces
The skin peels off my fingers
Describing physical deterioration, possibly due to stress or hardship
Bones No longer limber
My bones are no longer flexible, indicating physical and emotional rigidity
Hollow like a stick
Feeling emotionally empty or devoid of substance
Cancer riddles my insides
Suffering from internal struggles, possibly related to mistakes
From my own mistakes
My own errors have led to a metaphorical cancer affecting me
I can see the day I awake In hell
Anticipating a bleak future, possibly likened to waking up in hell
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