This song reminds me of Evanescence's "Breathe No More", thematically, that is.
I think it's about someone that always carries some sort of a mask, is never honest about who he/she is, and it's killing him/her.
"These ghosts I keep inside
Shards of glass in my veins
Release me from myself, release
From my duality"
It's a horrible feeling to live constantly in hiding
"I face this as a soldier would
But useless is my war
The innocence that smiles today
Tomorrow will be lying"
He/she tries to break out from the facade, but it's too hard, so the charade keeps going on.
"Who is that really dies, when all the people look at me?
And I'm twisting my fingers in my hair
While a mirror reflects me"
The "who is it that really dies" line I think refers to when the person is acting like someone he/she isn't, the real self is being "killed".
"Now I'm digging to the bone
All the painting
Scratching at flesh, drives me mad
To be alive and free
And the ghosts I keep inside myself
How do they see me?
While again I'm drowning
With my soul
You will save me?"
These feelings of insecurity and duality are driving the person mad, he/she doesn't want to pretend, but can't reveal his/her true self, it's too hard. A plea for help.
This song reminds me of Evanescence's "Breathe No More", thematically, that is.
I think it's about someone that always carries some sort of a mask, is never honest about who he/she is, and it's killing him/her.
"These ghosts I keep inside Shards of glass in my veins Release me from myself, release From my duality"
It's a horrible feeling to live constantly in hiding
"I face this as a soldier would But useless is my war The innocence that smiles today Tomorrow will be lying"
He/she tries to break out from the facade, but it's too hard, so the charade keeps going on.
"Who is that really dies, when all the people look at me? And I'm twisting my fingers in my hair While a mirror reflects me"
The "who is it that really dies" line I think refers to when the person is acting like someone he/she isn't, the real self is being "killed".
"Now I'm digging to the bone All the painting Scratching at flesh, drives me mad To be alive and free
And the ghosts I keep inside myself How do they see me? While again I'm drowning With my soul You will save me?"
These feelings of insecurity and duality are driving the person mad, he/she doesn't want to pretend, but can't reveal his/her true self, it's too hard. A plea for help.