This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Oyez! Oyez!
This is a gala evening!
Veiled angels
Crowd the theatre
To see a play
Of hopes and fears
Motley mimes
Toss about the scene
Held up by therads
Sinking in the deep
Onstage
In a corner
Hidden behind myself
I hold my breath:
In the airless air
Shards of crushed rainbows
Fill my limbo
Placed somewhere
Between world and toys
"Do you want to play with me?"
In the soundtrack of my survival
The furious small hammers
Fully uprooted
From their key-shaped
Skeleton
Cruelly explore
Every cranial path
Always closer...
Always more painful!
The sharks' fin
Is sighting straight for me:
Creatures or spirits
I beg you!
Maybe it's the delirium
Of my morbid ratio
Os that voice that lies
Deep in my intimate self
To allow this swimming
Through the lymphs of victims
While dark reigns over
The sons of putrefaction!
Father of sons all deformed
That like a ghastly stream
Surge out
Through the rusted gates of time
- A deaf dumd eyeless throng
Laughing forever
But smiling no more
The god absent
Or still
"Haec verba audi: Vitam aeternam!"
Like the shaman
Who ingratiates himself
With the deity
Of the animal he hunts
Seeking possession
With the spirit of the beast:
So the innocents
Pervaded with the spirit
Of the great predator
- Princeps huius mundi -
Though burnt in our pyres
Will transcend time
Soaring over
Physical extinction
Domine te voco
Iustum mihi ostende unicum
Talis monstris ob spectaculum
Stupefactus ego moriar...
... on meurt a moins!
Hooked hands
Stretched out above
In the ultimate endeavour
To clutch an atom
That does not sink
In the day of wrath
The hungry marionettes
Wake up - come alive
While birds of soul
Usher in
The rays of chaos..
"Fatal infection... far all!
Epidemy! Epidemy!"
Dies irae!
Feeding on fragments of gangrene
Teeth crumble
Toes fall apart
We crawl like earth-worms
That rats and birds fight over
Scored by silence
Spirits creep
Out of the secret nooks:
Scatter in the streets
Each one
Choosing his own
Beloved prey
Among the trees
Holding her out my hands
"What about a walk?"
I avoid the sharp splinters
Of her sweet shattered gaze
Step by step
Into the labyrinths of doubt
Every shelter: a trap
While distresses I witness
The twilight of my heart
You spread around drops of light
Unaware of the rustle
Of invisible syllables:
"You will not get out
Of eternal peace!"
And the virgin blade kisses
- Freeing -
Your white throat
No pain
I'm quite sure
She feels no pain!
The voice
Still throbs:
"Each man
Kills
The thing
He loves!"
(incubus)
Ih the purple flashes
Of the blazing blood
Slowly we vanish
In and around ourselves
Cells of spirit dissolve
Bit by bit...
"You will not get out of eternal peace!
You will not get out of eternal peace!"
Suddenly the void
Fills your first born
Vibration
Just the still slpendour
Of your icy wards endures
I see you through my tears
Tears that nobody ever will dry...
"You will not get out of eternal peace!
You will not get out of eternal
Peace/kill/sleep/murder/death
The last word of my script
Is now diclaimed
Time is over
And there's no whispering prompter
To ease my scenic solitude
The crawling shape intrudes
And while I open my arms
Ii seizes me in its jaws!
"This is my body, which is sacrificed for you!"
("Into thy hands I commend my spirit...")
Oout. Out are the lights. Out all
And over each quivering form
The curtain comes down
Like a funeral pall
With a rush of storm
While angels
- Pale and silent -
Rising and unveiling
Affirm
That we are witnessing
The tragedy
"Man"
And its hero is...
The conqueror worm
Yet I would lose no sting
Would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks
The earlier it will bless
And robed in fires of hell
Or bright in heavenly shine
If it but herald death
The vision is devine
The still look
Curled up in the strait-jacket
Fading of tears
Behind every kiss:
A potential Judas
Desire of biting
The vital artery
Mine
Or of the first passer-by
Insects with legs
Torn off
My nails one by one
Shards of glass
In eyes of cat
Smile. Or simply: ivory
Good night
Plug disconnected
Some flowers
In the first month
Then just:
Earth
This is a gala evening!
Veiled angels
Crowd the theatre
To see a play
Of hopes and fears
Motley mimes
Toss about the scene
Held up by therads
Sinking in the deep
Onstage
In a corner
Hidden behind myself
I hold my breath:
In the airless air
Shards of crushed rainbows
Fill my limbo
Placed somewhere
Between world and toys
"Do you want to play with me?"
In the soundtrack of my survival
The furious small hammers
Fully uprooted
From their key-shaped
Skeleton
Cruelly explore
Every cranial path
Always closer...
Always more painful!
The sharks' fin
Is sighting straight for me:
Creatures or spirits
I beg you!
Maybe it's the delirium
Of my morbid ratio
Os that voice that lies
Deep in my intimate self
To allow this swimming
Through the lymphs of victims
While dark reigns over
The sons of putrefaction!
Father of sons all deformed
That like a ghastly stream
Surge out
Through the rusted gates of time
- A deaf dumd eyeless throng
Laughing forever
But smiling no more
The god absent
Or still
"Haec verba audi: Vitam aeternam!"
Like the shaman
Who ingratiates himself
With the deity
Of the animal he hunts
Seeking possession
With the spirit of the beast:
So the innocents
Pervaded with the spirit
Of the great predator
- Princeps huius mundi -
Though burnt in our pyres
Will transcend time
Soaring over
Physical extinction
Domine te voco
Iustum mihi ostende unicum
Talis monstris ob spectaculum
Stupefactus ego moriar...
... on meurt a moins!
Hooked hands
Stretched out above
In the ultimate endeavour
To clutch an atom
That does not sink
In the day of wrath
The hungry marionettes
Wake up - come alive
While birds of soul
Usher in
The rays of chaos..
"Fatal infection... far all!
Epidemy! Epidemy!"
Dies irae!
Feeding on fragments of gangrene
Teeth crumble
Toes fall apart
We crawl like earth-worms
That rats and birds fight over
Scored by silence
Spirits creep
Out of the secret nooks:
Scatter in the streets
Each one
Choosing his own
Beloved prey
Among the trees
Holding her out my hands
"What about a walk?"
I avoid the sharp splinters
Of her sweet shattered gaze
Step by step
Into the labyrinths of doubt
Every shelter: a trap
While distresses I witness
The twilight of my heart
You spread around drops of light
Unaware of the rustle
Of invisible syllables:
"You will not get out
Of eternal peace!"
And the virgin blade kisses
- Freeing -
Your white throat
No pain
I'm quite sure
She feels no pain!
The voice
Still throbs:
"Each man
Kills
The thing
He loves!"
(incubus)
Ih the purple flashes
Of the blazing blood
Slowly we vanish
In and around ourselves
Cells of spirit dissolve
Bit by bit...
"You will not get out of eternal peace!
You will not get out of eternal peace!"
Suddenly the void
Fills your first born
Vibration
Just the still slpendour
Of your icy wards endures
I see you through my tears
Tears that nobody ever will dry...
"You will not get out of eternal peace!
You will not get out of eternal
Peace/kill/sleep/murder/death
The last word of my script
Is now diclaimed
Time is over
And there's no whispering prompter
To ease my scenic solitude
The crawling shape intrudes
And while I open my arms
Ii seizes me in its jaws!
"This is my body, which is sacrificed for you!"
("Into thy hands I commend my spirit...")
Oout. Out are the lights. Out all
And over each quivering form
The curtain comes down
Like a funeral pall
With a rush of storm
While angels
- Pale and silent -
Rising and unveiling
Affirm
That we are witnessing
The tragedy
"Man"
And its hero is...
The conqueror worm
Yet I would lose no sting
Would wish no torture less;
The more that anguish racks
The earlier it will bless
And robed in fires of hell
Or bright in heavenly shine
If it but herald death
The vision is devine
The still look
Curled up in the strait-jacket
Fading of tears
Behind every kiss:
A potential Judas
Desire of biting
The vital artery
Mine
Or of the first passer-by
Insects with legs
Torn off
My nails one by one
Shards of glass
In eyes of cat
Smile. Or simply: ivory
Good night
Plug disconnected
Some flowers
In the first month
Then just:
Earth
Lyrics submitted by Metropolis
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