FRESH BONES

Eternal Desolation: Unraveling the Dark Symphony of FRESH BONES
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Lyrics

Drink the blood, eat the skin

Metaphorical expression of consuming the essence of something, possibly reflecting destructive behavior.

Trapped in the holes we dug ourselves in

Feeling trapped in self-made problems or situations, acknowledging personal responsibility.

A warning to the world

A declaration serving as a cautionary message to society or the world at large.

I should have left you there

Regret for not abandoning someone or something when there was a chance.


Damaged

Emotional or psychological damage, possibly reflecting a state of distress.

Cold on the slab

A lifeless state, perhaps representing emotional numbness or desensitization.

Tortured

Suffering or anguish, indicating a difficult experience.

Rise from your grave

A resurrection or revival, overcoming challenges or adversity.


We are stuck

Feeling stuck or trapped, facing obstacles in personal or collective progression.

The gates of heaven are locked

Symbolic representation of being denied access to a positive or heavenly state.

Salvation has begun to clot

Reference to salvation losing its effectiveness or becoming ineffective.

The doorway to hell is frozen shut

Imagery suggesting an inability to access negative or hellish experiences.

The magic is gone

Loss of enchantment or positivity, possibly related to a negative change in perspective.

I used to have a reason to be happy but I forgot

Reflecting on a past time when happiness had a clear reason, but it has been forgotten.

All I remember can never be trusted

Distrust in memories or past experiences.

The lock on my brain is dirty and rusted

Describing cognitive challenges, possibly related to mental health or inner struggles.

In the end we're all biding our time

Recognition of mortality and the finite nature of existence.

Collective pain in a collective mind

Shared suffering experienced collectively in a community or society.

The person you were yesterday no longer exists

Philosophical reflection on personal growth and change over time.

When the end comes we won't fucking feel it

A sense of impending doom without the ability to perceive or feel it.


It can always

Introduction to the idea that circumstances can always worsen.

It can always get worse

Emphasizing the potential for situations to deteriorate further.


Silence is the only sound

Symbolizing a bleak or desolate atmosphere, where silence prevails.

The fire cleans and burns it to the ground

Depicting a destructive force that simultaneously cleanses and consumes.

The smoke circles the same as the crows

Comparing the lingering impact of destruction to the repetitive nature of crows.

The last thing we see before the world chokes

The final image before a catastrophic event or downfall.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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