Bloodshot Ballad
Echoes of Absence: Bloodshot Ballad's Poignant Tale
Lyrics
I've got your absence in my pocket
I carry the feeling of your absence with me.
You've got your eyes inside my head
You have a significant influence on my thoughts and perceptions.
When you look at me
When you gaze at me,
Through them you see a child
Through your eyes, you perceive me as a child.
If I keep one closed
If I close one eye,
I see the truth instead
I see the unfiltered truth.
This can't last forever
This situation is not permanent,
Each passing day I feel it fade
With each passing day, the connection or influence is diminishing.
But your bloodshot ballad's
Your emotionally charged narrative or song is becoming more pronounced.
Getting louder all the time
It continues to grow louder over time.
You're upstairs being reborn
You are undergoing a transformation upstairs,
Sweating through the floorboards
Intensely experiencing it, with the effects felt downstairs.
I'm sitting downstairs catching
I am observing and holding onto it with my left hand.
It all in my left hand
Won't celebrate your new birthday
I won't participate in celebrating your new beginning.
Or give in to my old ways
Nor will I revert to my old habits.
As you script the same
As you repeat the same script over and over.
Show over and over again
The show goes on, repeating itself.
Positions, everyone
Everyone assumes their positions.
Spotlight's on you, seven trap doors
Spotlight on you, with seven trap doors for the others.
For the rest to fall through
To fall through as the show progresses.
Your waves of disturbance
Your disruptive influences keep both of us lost and confused.
Are keeping us both lost at sea
Your upcoming engagements are always urgent.
Your next appointment's
Always an emergency
Your transparent actions never truly sever the connections.
Your see-through scissors
Your brother, long thought to be lost, appears lifeless in his gaze.
Are never really cutting ties
Your long-lost brother's
He visits me in my dreams, becoming less responsive each time.
Looking dead behind the eyes
He comes to visit me at night
-He's less responsive every time
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