And we feel like rain,
When the words all sound the same,
In the lifeless corners of this empty frame.
Though we feel let down,
by the same old autumn breathing.
Winter's curse is just around the bend.
With our hands all tied,
to the blades of their design.
We are armed and ready to commit this crime.
and
From the falsest smile,
to the fear of death is why
the pain reminds us that we're still alive.
With our hopes on hold,
and our lack of interest exposed,
all hands damage our determined eyes.
But the lines are drawn,
and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
It sounds to me like the writer is in kind of a depression. He goes through life day by day in a kind of haze. From fake smiles to the fear of death to just everything a blur of the same and feeling alone that much seems pretty clear. Theres a lot of references to cutting: With our hands all tied,
To the blades of their design,
We are armed and ready to commit this crime
It sounds to me like the writer is in kind of a depression. He goes through life day by day in a kind of haze. From fake smiles to the fear of death to just everything a blur of the same and feeling alone that much seems pretty clear. Theres a lot of references to cutting: With our hands all tied,
To the blades of their design,
We are armed and ready to commit this crime
and
and
But the lines are drawn,
and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
But the lines are drawn,
and the red begins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy.
I dont think this is specifically...
I dont think this is specifically refering to cutting but really any self harming thing (physically or emotionally) people do to ease the pain of their day to day life.
As for the chorus, its talking about trying to break out of it, trying something different, but they never do because everytime they try (or "play") they always end up back where they started or even worse so they think it might just be better to stay the way they are and not do anything.
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And we feel like rain, When the words all sound the same, In the lifeless corners of this empty frame.
Though we feel let down, by the same old autumn breathing. Winter's curse is just around the bend. With our hands all tied, to the blades of their design. We are armed and ready to commit this crime.
and
From the falsest smile, to the fear of death is why the pain reminds us that we're still alive. With our hopes on hold, and our lack of interest exposed, all hands damage our determined eyes. But the lines are drawn, and the red begins to creep its way from boredom toward apathy.
It sounds to me like the writer is in kind of a depression. He goes through life day by day in a kind of haze. From fake smiles to the fear of death to just everything a blur of the same and feeling alone that much seems pretty clear. Theres a lot of references to cutting: With our hands all tied, To the blades of their design, We are armed and ready to commit this crime
It sounds to me like the writer is in kind of a depression. He goes through life day by day in a kind of haze. From fake smiles to the fear of death to just everything a blur of the same and feeling alone that much seems pretty clear. Theres a lot of references to cutting: With our hands all tied, To the blades of their design, We are armed and ready to commit this crime
and
and
But the lines are drawn, and the red begins to creep its way from boredom toward apathy.
But the lines are drawn, and the red begins to creep its way from boredom toward apathy.
I dont think this is specifically...
I dont think this is specifically refering to cutting but really any self harming thing (physically or emotionally) people do to ease the pain of their day to day life.
As for the chorus, its talking about trying to break out of it, trying something different, but they never do because everytime they try (or "play") they always end up back where they started or even worse so they think it might just be better to stay the way they are and not do anything.