This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Though I walk freely, my time is not my own
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear
Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears
The Seconal
A noble fall by script of death
A somber bypath
When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die?
With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores
I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home
Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form
One last autonomous effort to accept what I've become
Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer
A final response for all that's in store
A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared
Command of my fate
A gathering of kin to witness my final breath
Their hands and words allay me
Memories to bring to death
The brine assuages the terrors that I've buried
Its spirit slows my thoughts
Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity
The truth illuminates the dark
And all is quiet
No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber
The silence surrounds
Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea
All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day
Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear
Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears
The Seconal
A noble fall by script of death
A somber bypath
When abyssal night carves its way inside, will they let me die?
With the taste of my own blood and the stench of seeping pores
I call upon my sovereignty to bring me home
Self-made ending, transfer the power from the vile form
One last autonomous effort to accept what I've become
Prescription is filled, it goes in the drawer
A final response for all that's in store
A choice to remove a terminal weight with dignity spared
Command of my fate
A gathering of kin to witness my final breath
Their hands and words allay me
Memories to bring to death
The brine assuages the terrors that I've buried
Its spirit slows my thoughts
Foreboding replaced with a cosmic clarity
The truth illuminates the dark
And all is quiet
No voices, no sounds disturb my slumber
The silence surrounds
Legends have spoken of a terrible darkened sea
All are mistaken; an unending ecstasy
Lyrics submitted by sokorny
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