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.
The parallels in visage are uncanny and distinct, are you present?
This apparition grants me with a synapse of distraction since your passing.
As particles of light protrude from fixtures that can't harness them, the sobering flood states the thesis.
She was just a substitution an a carnal desecration, endermining us with gilded remedies.
This amber casing hollows out as shame pours down my lurid throat
and chokes he conversation in its slurred lamentations.
On this counter I will spill the toxins flowing through my veins
instigated by their oppressor shattered violently in revere of your name.
As the stern progresses onward the fog is blatantly apprehensive.
The air is thick of cyanide omitting from the freshly surfaced corpses.
This voyage is a standard change emplyed to decoy apathy and lack of aspirations in the wake of your affliction.
As the binary encryptions send their demons toward the morbid sails
the table top is covered up with wax as candelabras mourn.
This hull is now a sanction and your wailing echoes are haunting this derision of a lover.
In this sequence I am complacency.
The winds have subsided and this vessel is a stagnant beast
compounding the saturation of your violent voice! I am defeat.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
These principles are worthless.
This fortitude has ended.
I'll paint the walls with life giving provisions.
This pistol is high treason, this pistol is safe haven. I'm coming.
This corset seems predestined, to violate my shamed paradigm.
I won't fail you. These relics are a surgeon: these willed devices left me alive.
[Did you feel my presence when your mirrored countenace became unkown to you?
This tragic fix lacks the warmth you've so long desired.
This pale night lies.]
This apparition grants me with a synapse of distraction since your passing.
As particles of light protrude from fixtures that can't harness them, the sobering flood states the thesis.
She was just a substitution an a carnal desecration, endermining us with gilded remedies.
This amber casing hollows out as shame pours down my lurid throat
and chokes he conversation in its slurred lamentations.
On this counter I will spill the toxins flowing through my veins
instigated by their oppressor shattered violently in revere of your name.
As the stern progresses onward the fog is blatantly apprehensive.
The air is thick of cyanide omitting from the freshly surfaced corpses.
This voyage is a standard change emplyed to decoy apathy and lack of aspirations in the wake of your affliction.
As the binary encryptions send their demons toward the morbid sails
the table top is covered up with wax as candelabras mourn.
This hull is now a sanction and your wailing echoes are haunting this derision of a lover.
In this sequence I am complacency.
The winds have subsided and this vessel is a stagnant beast
compounding the saturation of your violent voice! I am defeat.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
The stale air screams the tragedy.
These principles are worthless.
This fortitude has ended.
I'll paint the walls with life giving provisions.
This pistol is high treason, this pistol is safe haven. I'm coming.
This corset seems predestined, to violate my shamed paradigm.
I won't fail you. These relics are a surgeon: these willed devices left me alive.
[Did you feel my presence when your mirrored countenace became unkown to you?
This tragic fix lacks the warmth you've so long desired.
This pale night lies.]
Lyrics submitted by xoEmergencyTDM
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