Throat Full of Ash
Echoes of Desolation: Unveiling the Dark Canvas of 'Throat Full of Ash'
Lyrics
I painted you a picture of the only solution there is, pointing precisely in its direction
I created a clear picture of the only solution, pointing precisely in its direction.
The colours were so bright and defined
The colors in the picture were vibrant and well-defined.
But you just went ahead and decided to let yourself die
Despite the clarity, you chose to let yourself die.
Expired, Expired
Emphasizing expiration and loss.
It's my turn to slaughter
Now it's my turn to inflict harm or destruction.
You can't even blame it on errors or oversights, it was just plain gluttony
Your downfall wasn't due to mistakes but sheer gluttony.
More interested in keeping the green in your pocket
You prioritized money over ethical considerations.
Than keeping it under your feet
More concerned with personal wealth than communal well-being.
But but but but was it worth it?
Raising questions about the worthiness of your actions.
Taking the womb from your own mother
Metaphorically taking away nurturing and support.
Enjoy, destroy
Encouraging enjoyment and destruction.
A foot on my throat but now you reap what you sow
Despite pressure, now consequences are faced.
The mass purging of your own
A mass purging of your own actions.
Expired, expired
Repeated emphasis on expiration and loss.
A power, unrivalled
Highlighting a powerful, unmatched force.
To bring about the end
Possessing the ability to bring about the end.
Of my own suffering
Seeking the end of personal suffering.
If I go down I take you all with me
If I go down, everyone faces consequences.
I bring about the extinction
Intending to bring about extinction.
You hide, terrified in
Others cower in a tainted refuge.
My own defiled sanctuary
Describing a broken trust and consequences.
You broke our trust
Accusation of trust betrayal.
I turn the world to rust
Turning the world into decay or ruin.
It's pretty obvious who's at fault here
Pointing out the obvious fault.
Don't look away when I'm speaking
Directing attention, insisting on acknowledgment.
The ones you exploited weren't able to avoid me either
The exploited ones couldn't escape consequences.
That grievous misanthropy is on you
Blaming the perpetrator for widespread hatred towards humanity.
Broken heart, broken world
Connecting personal pain to a broken world.
And there were so many chances
Highlighting missed opportunities for change.
I had endless patience but you still fucked it up
Despite patience, you still caused destruction.
You know I held out hope for such a long time
Holding onto hope despite disappointments.
I could feel the sentiment more than the sediment decline
Feeling the decline in sentiment and stability.
My lungs breathed in the hope of some more life
Breathing in hope for more life.
That reciprocation I used to recognise in mankind
Remembering the reciprocity lost in humanity.
It's kinda disappointing to say that I think you absorbed my words of wisdom the wrong way
Expressing disappointment in the misinterpretation of wisdom.
I said to leave no stone unturned but you drilled the foundations
Advice to explore thoroughly turned destructive.
And let my body burn
Resulting in personal destruction.
Burn
Emphasizing the burning of connections.
The connection between mother and child lost
Highlighting the loss of a vital connection.
Burn
Questioning the worth of the actions taken.
Did your benefits outweigh the cost?
Lamenting the hopeless lives affected.
Burn
Questioning the balance of benefits and costs.
I lament the lives of those who had no hope
Lamenting the lives of the hopeless.
Burn
Reiterating personal smoke and consequences.
It's my smoke yet your own hands that choke
Stating that your actions harm you more than me.
It's your hands that choke
Repetition emphasizing the harm caused by your own hands.
It's my smoke yet your hands that choke
Reiteration of personal smoke and choking consequences.
It's my smoke yet your own hands that choke
Repetition emphasizing the harm caused by your hands.
It's my smoke yet your own hands that choke
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