I Feel Like I'm Becoming A Ghost
Becoming a Ghost: Embracing Dissonance and Cracks in the Mind
Lyrics
The sun is setting
The day is ending.
Yeah, I'm caving in beneath the violet afterglow
I feel overwhelmed and collapsing under the deep, purplish light after sunset.
Under the canopy of listening
Amid a space of attentive understanding.
Yeah, I'm distraught by the thought of the crack in my head as it spins
I'm distressed by the idea of a fracture in my thoughts while they whirl around.
Through the meadows, Through the shimmering
Across fields and shining areas,
A violent, beautiful afterglow
An intense and stunning light after sunset.
I know we'll make it
I am confident that we will endure.
I believe in it
I have faith in this.
Yeah, I'm distraught by the thought of the crack in my head as it spins
Again, I'm troubled by the notion of mental fragmentation.
Well, I'm trying
I'm making an effort.
The sounds call
There are beckoning sounds.
Feel it when you're humming without fault
Sense it when you're singing flawlessly.
I feel like I'm becoming a ghost
I feel like I'm fading away or losing touch with reality.
The sounds call
There are beckoning sounds.
I'm tired of hearing nothing
I'm weary of experiencing silence.
It's my fault
I acknowledge responsibility for this.
I feel like I'm becoming…
I feel like I'm becoming...
I speak the melody I'm leading with
I express the tune I'm guiding with.
Under the violet afterglow
Amid the deep, purplish light after sunset.
I feel the energy of dissonance
I sense the intensity of conflicting elements.
Yeah, I'm distraught by the thought of the crack in my head yet again
Yet again, I'm troubled by the idea of mental fragmentation.
But I'm trying
I'm making an effort.
The sounds call
There are beckoning sounds.
Feel it when you're humming without fault
Sense it when you're singing flawlessly.
I feel like I'm becoming a ghost
I feel like I'm fading away or losing touch with reality.
The sounds call
There are beckoning sounds.
I'm tired of hearing nothing
I'm tired of experiencing silence.
It's my fault
I take responsibility for this.
I feel like I'm becoming…
I feel like I'm becoming...
I feel the fire in your throat
I sense the passion in your voice.
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