Lyrics
Endless wasted life
Expressing a sense of life being continuously wasted and unfulfilled.
Still, the suns will set
Despite the challenges, time moves forward symbolized by sunsets.
And the mornings’ many faces always call one greeting
Mornings present various opportunities, but the greetings seem insincere.
That never sounds as though they’d left
Greetings lack authenticity, implying a sense of abandonment.
Endless sickness within me
An ongoing internal struggle or pain that cannot be concealed.
I cannot keep inside
The inability to suppress inner turmoil.
’Til the voices of the day would quiet
Hoping for tranquility, but the noises persist throughout the day.
They’d never echo through evening skies
No relief as the disturbances continue into the evening.
Through my lucid mind
The speaker's clear and rational mind.
I rest my head and
Preparing for rest.
Then I close a single eye
Closing one eye, possibly a metaphor for partial awareness or avoidance.
Everything comes to memory
Recollection of past experiences.
And I can picture
Creating mental images from memories.
Life as if through other minds
Seeing life from different perspectives.
Stale and empty days
Days characterized by staleness and emptiness.
I would gorge on death
A metaphorical desire for an end, possibly through self-destructive means.
And the days gave way to the malnourishment I feel
Days leading to a feeling of deprivation and emptiness.
Time given to reflect
Opportunity for contemplation.
Empty thoughts I’ve repeated
Repetition of unfulfilling thoughts from the past.
The past they’re burying (burying)
The burying of the past, possibly with negative connotations.
Seeping through the cracks within the facade
Revelation of hidden flaws in the speaker's life.
That you have built around our lives
A metaphorical barrier constructed around shared lives.
In my lucid mind
The speaker's clear and rational mind reemphasized.
I rest my head and
Preparation for rest repeated.
Then I close a single eye
Closing an eye, a recurring motif suggesting selective perception.
Everything comes to memory
Repetition of the recollection process.
And I can picture
Recreation of life through the perspective of others.
Life as if through other minds
Reiteration of seeing life from different viewpoints.
Am I alive
A questioning of the speaker's own existence.
Or am I dead
A contemplation of life and death.
In a world that’s always sinking far below the level
Feeling that the world is continuously worsening below expectations.
I thought we’d come to rest
A realization that the anticipated rest hasn't been achieved.
And I’ve grown tired as we’ve fallen
Growing weariness as time passes.
With every passing night (every life)
The ongoing struggle with each passing night or life.
The morning always spreads, infects the mind
Morning's arrival brings mental turmoil and uncertainty.
Plagues the coming times
A sense of impending difficulties or challenges in the future.
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