This song obviously telling a story, not sure if it is based on another story or experience.
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
(obviously the birth of a prince)
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm.
(Concrete rapture, held back from heaven? Wanting to die. The birth of violence, aggressive, prince? Possibly feared.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky.
(A princess being treated bad by her prince. Sex and distance, princess used for sex?)
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
(Piano's womb, inside? Where the music is "made")
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
(Considering a last resort, explained later in the song)
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will
but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river.
(The "faithful" like the plan. Getting the prince to "wade" into the water. "God's will" a plague?)
Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
(I think the water is supposed to attract the Prince, looks like a "sweet river" "The fool who wades...float like concrete" The Prince drowning.
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
(Wanting the prince to hill his lungs with water, drown.)
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
(Somthing in between good and bad, killing for a good reason. "The same shade as concrete" is grey, a grey area.
This song obviously telling a story, not sure if it is based on another story or experience.
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born. (obviously the birth of a prince)
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm. (Concrete rapture, held back from heaven? Wanting to die. The birth of violence, aggressive, prince? Possibly feared.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky. (A princess being treated bad by her prince. Sex and distance, princess used for sex?)
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb. (Piano's womb, inside? Where the music is "made")
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace: (Considering a last resort, explained later in the song)
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade... in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending. The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. (The "faithful" like the plan. Getting the prince to "wade" into the water. "God's will" a plague?)
Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete. (I think the water is supposed to attract the Prince, looks like a "sweet river" "The fool who wades...float like concrete" The Prince drowning.
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs. (Wanting the prince to hill his lungs with water, drown.)
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete. (Somthing in between good and bad, killing for a good reason. "The same shade as concrete" is grey, a grey area.