Lyrics
Laying in bed with nothing to say
Feeling emotionally drained or unable to communicate.
The siren of death wrapping around my neck
Symbolizing the feeling of impending death or danger tightly gripping.
Like a lazy tide crashing on the shore so high
Comparing the impact of a forceful, unenergetic presence to a powerful wave crashing.
Her tongue slips deep through my lonely sores
A metaphor for emotional wounds being reopened or exploited.
Is this the end of time or the end of joy
Questioning whether a situation signifies the end of existence or happiness.
Or just an evil joke
Contemplating if the circumstance is a malicious, cruel jest.
Leaving me unaware
Being left ignorant or unaware of something.
She’s got her fare share
Implying that she possesses her due or deserving portion.
They keep living when everything is dead I keep counting voices in my head
Contrasting others' ability to live amidst desolation with personal struggles and intrusive thoughts.
Eat the siren, eat the siren she said
Encouraging consuming or succumbing to the dangerous allure of the siren.
Eat the siren, eat the siren
Reiterating the command to give in to the siren's call.
Are you gonna be the one?
Possibly asking if someone will be the chosen victim of impending doom.
Just before the nightmare comes, she looks at you Wearing a long black gown of thorns
Depicting a haunting moment before a terrifying experience, portraying the siren in a menacing manner.
Begging you for another sin, she wants you in
Expressing the siren's desire for involvement in further wrongdoing.
Leaving me unaware
Continuing the feeling of being uninformed or oblivious.
She’s got her fare share
Reaffirming the siren's possession of her deserved portion.
They keep living when everything is dead I keep counting voices in my head
Repeated sense of isolation and mental turmoil amidst others' survival.
Eat the siren, eat the siren she said
Repeating the urging to yield to the siren's temptation.
Eat the siren, eat the siren, she said
Repeating the call to give in to the siren's influence.
Is this our final dance, our black charade will never end
Contemplating if this is the final, unending, morbid performance in life.
An orgy of depression, with fake expectations
Describing a bleak, repetitive cycle of feeling low and having unrealistic hopes.
They keep living when everything is dead
Reiterating others' vitality amidst personal mental distress.
I keep counting voices in my head
Continuing the struggle of counting intrusive, disturbing thoughts.
Eat the siren, eat the siren she said
Persistently encouraging surrendering to the siren's temptation.
Eat the siren, eat the siren, she said
Repeating the call to yield to the siren's influence.
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