Mutilated World
Praise the Mutilated World: A Symphony of Dreams and Desolation
Lyrics
The glare seems to know our names
The intensity of the surroundings appears to be aware of our identities.
A flame that lifts our days away
A powerful force, likened to a flame, elevates our experiences and separates us from ordinary days.
Stuck to the edge of our dreams
We are attached to the boundary of our aspirations, perhaps struggling to break free.
Sifting down, amongst the ground, we once embraced
The remnants of our past, symbolized by what once embraced us, now sift down among the ground, suggesting a loss or transformation.
I cannot feel the night
An inability to perceive the night, hinting at a lack of emotional connection or awareness.
I cannot sense the day
A similar disconnect from the day, emphasizing a sense of detachment or numbness.
Praise the mutilated world
An ironic expression urging acknowledgment or admiration for a world that appears damaged or altered.
Enriched with the taste of red
The world is enriched with the metaphorical taste of red, possibly signifying bloodshed or intense experiences.
The dripping from those who fade away
A continuation of the theme of loss, with the dripping representing the gradual disappearance of individuals.
Gripped by the dye of our dreams
The influence of our aspirations, colored by a dye, suggests a profound impact on our lives.
Creeping down amongst the ground, we once disgraced
Similar to line 4, the dreams we once disgraced now creep down among the ground, underlining a sense of regret or change.
This won't dry
An assertion that a particular emotional state or experience will not fade or dry up.
A simple smile that glazed our eyes, a simple task
A reminiscence of a simple smile that brought a gloss to our eyes, highlighting the significance of seemingly uncomplicated moments.
This won't speak
A declaration that a certain aspect won't speak, suggesting a silent or unexpressed element in the narrative.
They know our names, and drag them deep
The acknowledgment that our names are recognized and pulled into a deep, possibly challenging, situation.
I cannot feel the night
A repetition of the earlier sentiment, emphasizing the inability to connect with the night.
I cannot sense the day
A repetition of the earlier sentiment, underlining the continued detachment from the day.
Praise the mutilated world
A reiteration of the ironic expression, encouraging praise for a world that may be perceived as damaged or altered.
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