Idle Hands
Embracing Shadows: A Journey through the Depths of Self-Inflicted Torment
Lyrics
Though I tremble at the sight of blood
Expressing fear or unease in the presence of blood.
This violence courses through my veins
Violence is a fundamental part of the speaker's nature.
My unconscious drowning in the flood
The speaker feels overwhelmed by unconscious thoughts.
That stripped the earth and swept away my agency
Refers to a flood that took away the speaker's control or influence.
The infection spreads through every limb
An infectious influence spreading throughout the speaker's being.
I can't turn my eyes away from the torment
The speaker is unable to look away from a distressing situation.
Bearing witness to a self-induced psychopathy
Witnessing self-induced psychopathy, possibly reflecting on destructive behavior.
There's no justice here for me
Expressing a lack of justice or fairness in the current situation.
Now I'm left to count the cost
Reflecting on the aftermath and consequences of actions.
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
Regret for blurring the future and losing sight of goals.
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
Idle hands, not being productive, betraying the sense of touch or connection.
In the truth that I have lost
Acknowledging the loss of truth in the speaker's life.
I search for ways to dull the edge
Searching for ways to numb the impact of an obsession.
Of this obsession as it cuts through my resolve
Struggling against the relentless influence cutting through resolve.
Fortified against an enemy
Being fortified against an enemy that has already won.
That's already reaped the spoils of war
Referring to the aftermath of a war where the enemy has taken everything.
Mayday, mayday
Using distress signals to indicate an urgent need for help.
Send up the flare
Expressing that the troubling situation is always present.
No matter how far I go it's always there
A call to challenge limits, questioning endurance.
Challenge boundaries, how much can I take
Uncertainty in distinguishing what is genuine from what is fake.
I can't discern the reconciled from fake
Reiterating the consequences of blurring the future and losing direction.
Now I'm left to count the cost
Recalling the cost of losing sight of the intended path.
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
Repetition of the theme of blurred horizons and their consequences.
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
Reiteration of idle hands betraying a sense of touch and loss of truth.
In the truth that I have lost
Restating the acknowledgment of the truth that has been lost.
Now I'm left to count the cost
Revisiting the reflection on the cost of blurring the horizon.
Of blurring the horizon that I'm running towards
Repeating the theme of consequences for losing sight of the intended path.
These idle hands betray their sense of touch
Reiteration of idle hands betraying a sense of touch and loss of truth.
In the truth that I have lost
Reemphasizing the acknowledgment of the truth that has been lost.
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