Abattoir

Amber Echoes: Reflections of a Fractured Existence
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Lyrics

Broken street lamps hang deflated

Broken street lamps symbolize decay and dysfunction.

All thrashed limp by the tides,

Street lamps affected by the tides suggest external forces causing damage.

It's all cast in amber

The surroundings are preserved or stuck in a particular state ("cast in amber").

Relics, from when the lights went out.

Refers to remnants of a past era when lights went out, possibly signifying a significant event.


We stand hemorrhaged, we kneel unwound

Describes a state of collective suffering or bleeding, a sense of vulnerability.

And set fire to yesteryear

Action of setting fire to the past, possibly for renewal or escape.

"It's a modern plague," your mother said,

A quote characterizing the current situation as a modern plague.

We lack spools for our bleeding threads

Lack of solutions or resources to address the collective wounds or issues.


The parlor windows are awash in a

Parlor windows display a chaotic, unpredictable pattern (Rorschach) outside.

Rorschach menagerie, a silhouette foam

Depicts a confused and changing silhouette or image.

Threadbare, another bodice waits for morning

Awaiting a new day, another chance, expressed through a waiting bodice (garment).

Screaming blue murder

Intense emotional distress or chaos, described as "screaming blue murder."


And the fabric's worn and the holes are still showing

Existing problems are evident and persistent.

And the rain-swept avenues are burning up in the flood

Destructive forces, possibly emotional, are overwhelming the surroundings.

We all fell about that parlor

Collective collapse or failure in the parlor (a communal space).

And we spoke too slowly to hear

Inability to communicate effectively or comprehend the situation.


I sit on these vinyl floors, the mirror's laughing

Reflection on personal struggles, possibly in a desolate or mocking environment.

I dance with my boots on

An act of defiance or distraction (dancing with boots on) to cope with reality.

and pretend I don't care about anyone

Expressing a facade of indifference or detachment from others.

But the morning is still

Despite the chaos, there is still a calm morning.


And the urge to kill is a delicate one

Describes a delicate balance between self-control and destructive impulses.

But a wishful thought could change you

The power of positive thoughts to influence change, contrasted with the following line.

But I let the fear take hold

Choosing to succumb to fear, allowing it to control actions.

I let go, and let the sickness take hold.

Surrendering to a negative influence or sickness.

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