Bloodwork
Unraveling the Depths of Inner Turmoil
Lyrics
So if I suffer through the madness
Contemplating enduring the challenges and chaos
And keep myself from slipping under
Struggling to prevent oneself from succumbing
If I learn to best the sadness
Exploring the ability to overcome sorrow
Is it really enough
Questioning if resilience is truly sufficient
Could the rush feed on blood of the dead
Wondering if intensity thrives on the suffering of the deceased
Like tire tracks in dirt
Drawing a comparison to tire marks and shedding snake skin
Or the snake that sheds its skin
Metaphorically referring to the calm before a storm or dust in the wind
Calm before the storm
Describing a moment of tranquility before a turbulent event
Or dare I say dust in the fucking wind
Suggesting the fleeting nature of motivation
Mistakes repeated like patterns in pavement
Highlighting repeated errors akin to patterns in pavement
On shifting landscapes, fleeting motivation
Commenting on the challenges of sustaining motivation in changing circumstances
I am the thorn that draws blood from your vein
Identifying oneself as a source of pain and conflict
I am the altered reflection
Expressing a distorted self-perception
I am the father and son of sin
Claiming roles associated with moral transgressions
I always scream like I'm dying
Admitting to vocalizing distress intensely
So if I suffer through the madness
Reiterating the contemplation of enduring turmoil
And gravitate to the pull
Being drawn towards a powerful force
Can I claw my way through blackness
Questioning the possibility of overcoming darkness
And pull myself out of this void
Striving to escape emptiness
Never quite knew
Reflecting on a lack of understanding
What it was you were trying to say
Confusion about the intended message
All those words and turns of phrase
Not comprehending the significance of words and expressions
Buried in texture
Describing words buried in complexity
Now lying uncovered, alone, and exposed
Now exposed and alone, revealing vulnerability
A testament to our living will to come undone
Acknowledging the inevitability of unraveling
And now can I finally see the thread
Contemplating the recognition of a connecting theme
Woven through these tired songs of salvation and apathy
Noting a recurring motif in songs about salvation and apathy
Wear your crown of woe and sorrow
Embracing suffering and sadness, symbolized by a crown
Let the rush feed on blood
Allowing intensity to thrive on pain and hardship
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