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What Do You Think Will Happen Now? Lyrics
The difficulties of my story:
Despite discomforts, despite myself, I
I reaffirm my endless devotion
To the belief that we're all of value,
We're all of virtue, and so inclined we
Fill up our cups and toast to each other,
And though I listen to the arguments
That most divergent systems employ to
Debilitate us, delineate us,
Repackage our words, demystify us,
I unceasingly affirm my love can
Cannot be measured, cannot be altered.
I know, I know it, I do affirm it
With overzealous obscurantism.
With every word and with every gesture,
I must express it. I can't define it,
But all the same I know I can describe it:
I walk o'er bridges and see the river.
A marble statue the sun has weather'd.
The stubbornness of the overgrowth and
The old memorials covered in snow. We've
Written the way the universe will go.
A righteous white horse, a man with a bow.
A sharpened bit of the mistletoe.
Scissors of fate or the fire of Surtur.
Though we're divided, the force of nature
Will put us all in the ground together
This morning I must get up
To see the world around me.
Right away, what I forgot
In seeing ourselves as words upon a paper.
The sun is up.
My arms are wide.
I am a good man, I am yours.
Despite discomforts, despite myself, I
I reaffirm my endless devotion
To the belief that we're all of value,
We're all of virtue, and so inclined we
Fill up our cups and toast to each other,
And though I listen to the arguments
That most divergent systems employ to
Repackage our words, demystify us,
I unceasingly affirm my love can
Cannot be measured, cannot be altered.
I know, I know it, I do affirm it
With overzealous obscurantism.
With every word and with every gesture,
I must express it. I can't define it,
But all the same I know I can describe it:
A marble statue the sun has weather'd.
The stubbornness of the overgrowth and
The old memorials covered in snow. We've
Written the way the universe will go.
A righteous white horse, a man with a bow.
A sharpened bit of the mistletoe.
Scissors of fate or the fire of Surtur.
Though we're divided, the force of nature
Will put us all in the ground together
To see the world around me.
Right away, what I forgot
In seeing ourselves as words upon a paper.
My arms are wide.
I am a good man, I am yours.
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I do declare this one of the best album closers ever. The last line gave me chills like never before.
A beautiful end to the album. After killing Owen, Lewis finds himself with a new beginning, finally free to live his own life, rather than serving Owen's wishes. Lewis rediscovers how beautiful and incredible life is, something that he "forgot / in seeing ourselves as words upon / a paper" and is optimistic about his life without Owen's guiding hand.
Listening to this song is like when you
re 15 and youre walking home after some David Fincher movie. Its 12:00 at night and youre passing empty cold streets, hands in the pocket, with no rush ... !