The Scarlet Cord
Unveiling the Tapestry: The Scarlet Cord's Poetic Odyssey
Lyrics
We were young taking western drugs in metaphors and faith
We were young, experimenting with drugs influenced by Western culture through symbolic representations and beliefs.
On my wrist where the oils split was a blessing meant for change
On my wrist, where the skin oils separate, there was a sign of blessing meant to bring about change.
They spoke about all the worldly crowds and the water in their veins
Others talked about societal pressures and the influence of worldly temptations, referring to the essence of humanity through the circulation of water in their veins.
And the marks they missed were catalysts for the hell that must be paid
The missed opportunities or mistakes became the catalysts leading to the inevitable consequences that must be faced.
So they gathered 'round to bleed this out and purge the ones who run
A group gathered to release their emotional burdens and expel those who resist or try to escape.
Cause the shape they're in is reflected with a behavior you can't trust
Their current state reflects their behavior, creating a sense of distrust.
When it's time to tear this place apart
When the time comes to dismantle this place and destroy the emotions within.
And burn the gardens of my heart
To destroy the emotional sanctuaries within me.
I'll need someone that I can trust
I'll require someone trustworthy to rely on during this process.
Cause the scarlet cord that bears my name
Because the symbolic red cord representing my identity or fate is visible from this window.
Is hanging out this window frame
It's hanging out, leaving me with nowhere else to escape or hide.
And I've got nowhere else to run
(This line is empty.)
So we bowed our heads and prepared ourselves for another day ahead
We lowered our heads and prepared for the challenges of the upcoming days.
Just hoping that we could stay the course every time we left our beds
Hoping to remain on the right path every time we started a new day.
We drove the roads comatose building the campaign
We traveled the roads in a state of numbness, constructing our strategy.
Like summoned ghosts you barely know with a message to explain
Like unfamiliar apparitions with a message to convey.
Behind our doors our souls were poor from the knowledge we were taught
Internally, our spirits suffered due to the teachings and information we received.
The ditch at the end that we all fell in was as far we ever got
The pit or downfall that we all encountered marked the extent of our journey.
I'll pretend to remain innocent
I will pretend to maintain my innocence or naivety despite the circumstances.
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