Lyrics
I tell myself it's my imagination
I convince myself that it's just my imagination
But I think my creativity is killing me
I believe that my creative mind is causing harm to me
Dreaming or dying, I can't tell the difference
Uncertainty between dreaming and dying, a blurred distinction
I'm lost in the thought that I'll never be found
I feel trapped in the belief that I will never be discovered or understood
And I can't picture much more than the violence
My thoughts are dominated by violent images
Knives are watching me and I can't fucking sleep
I sense a constant threat, and it hinders my ability to sleep
These walls have teeth, they're carving my bones like
The environment is hostile, symbolized by walls with destructive qualities
Daggers
These destructive qualities are likened to daggers
Death is my friend, he follows me everywhere when I'm alone
Death is a constant companion, especially in solitude
It's a sickening thing, a cycle of hatred and cowardice
Reflecting on a disturbing pattern of hatred and cowardice
In these fantasies, time is on my side
In imagined scenarios, time seems endless, yet a desire to end it persists
But I just want to cut it short
An overwhelming desire to shorten or end the suffering
Like a dam wall, the cracks will show
Comparing emotions to a dam, anticipating a breakdown with visible cracks
And engulf the land below
Imagining the emotional breakdown consuming everything like a flood
Like a dam wall, the cracks will show
Reiteration of the impending emotional breakdown and its consequences
And engulf the land below
Repetition emphasizing the inevitable emotional collapse
Vulgar animations of my ending are revealed to me
Graphic visions of a violent demise are presented
Like a wall of a dam
Comparing these visions to a dam, symbolizing emotional fragility
The cracks will start to show
Anticipating the visible signs of emotional distress
Watch the flood engulf the land
Observing the destructive impact of emotional breakdown on oneself
Like a dam wall, the cracks will show
Repetition of the metaphor of a dam, emphasizing the impending breakdown
And engulf the land below
Emphasizing the overwhelming impact of emotional collapse
Like a dam wall, the cracks will start to show
Reiteration of the anticipation of emotional breakdown
The cracks will start to show
Emphasizing the beginning of the emotional breakdown
The cracks will start to show
Repetition, highlighting the gradual manifestation of emotional distress
When will I feel my pulse again?
A desire for a return to normalcy, a longing to feel alive again
Feel my pulse
An urgent plea to reconnect with one's own vitality
Feel my pulse
Repetition of the plea to feel alive again
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