The Scorpion Deathlock

Reflections on Helplessness: The Scorpion's Embrace
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Lyrics

Distance decreases

Distance is diminishing or becoming smaller.

As if time is a dying cockroach

Time is portrayed as fragile and nearing its end.


Plagues enclose

Plagues are surrounding or closing in.

Plagues enclose

Repetition for emphasis on the encroaching plagues.


Sitting upon this wooden bench

The singer is in a vulnerable position, seated on a wooden bench.

I am helpless to billions of bullets

Feeling defenseless against numerous challenges represented by bullets.


In this moment I am helpless

Expressing helplessness in the current moment.

In this moment

Repetition for emphasis on the feeling of helplessness.


Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

Raising a question about the difficulty in self-awareness.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

Repeating the question for emphasis.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why?

Intensifying the query on self-awareness.


Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

Repetition of the challenge in recognizing oneself.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

Reiteration of the difficulty in self-perception.


No poem I've wrote nor song I have sung

Acknowledging the inability of creative expressions to stop impending doom or challenges.

Can halt the army of wrath

Comparing challenges to an army of wrath.


Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Emphasizing the presence and significance of numbers.


In this moment I am helpless, helpless

Restating the sense of helplessness in the current moment.

In this moment

Repetition for emphasis on the feeling of helplessness.


Serpents will transform into mice

Serpents, often symbolic of danger, transforming into mice and meeting a violent end.

Only to drown in the deepest red

Imagery of drowning in red, symbolizing a deep and violent demise.

I've always expressed my thoughts in colors

Expressing thoughts through colors, possibly metaphorical.

But we remain blind

Despite expressing thoughts, there is a collective blindness to certain truths.


Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers

Reiteration of the significance of numbers.

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