I can feel the fire deep inside, it's burning brighter
With but a raised fist and my pride,
I sway
to the beat of our decay, the horsemen on their way.
And in this mob a crescent line to hide behind
Here in and of the dark, our city, its streets and walls.
Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls.
The human race constructs massive cities in our "greatness" and we admire the fact we are so "great".
I walk across the dead train yard,
remembering who we are.
I look inside and in my heart,
we're never far apart.
A dead train yard i think is metaphorical. for what i am unsure :S Could be seeing our destruction in a literal term though and how we just use until its all gone and then drop it and move on from what we were and the dead, even though we are not far apart..
I can see the mountain over me, the Serpent Hollow
The silent fortress underneath,
I sway
to the beat of our decay, the light of other days.
And fireside the black island, the toxic sand
Dancing city lights glowing against the sky.
Snowing, shimmering, shinedust in our eyes.
explaining another city and how it pollutes.
I walk across the dead train yard,
remembering who we are.
I look inside and in my heart,
we're never far apart.
And in the yellow belvedere
I carve my name without fear.
A witness to the birth of me,
This garden of concrete.
"yellow belvedere" seems to be a phonebook lol so i guess carving his name is having a registered place in the book..garden of concrete is another reference to a city and it really is a garden of concrete if you think about it.
I walk across the dead train yard,
remembering who we are.
I look inside and in my heart,
we're never far apart.
And in the yellow belvedere
I carve my name without fear.
A witness to the birth of me
This garden of concrete.
Thats my two cents, doesn't really tie anything together, although give something to think of for others to put down ideas.
I can feel the fire deep inside, it's burning brighter With but a raised fist and my pride, I sway to the beat of our decay, the horsemen on their way.
In this i see him talking about the decay of the world, and from the lines before it he is enjoying it. and i am sure everyone knows what the four horsemen are. If not: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse
And in this mob a crescent line to hide behind Here in and of the dark, our city, its streets and walls. Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls.
The human race constructs massive cities in our "greatness" and we admire the fact we are so "great".
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are. I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart.
A dead train yard i think is metaphorical. for what i am unsure :S Could be seeing our destruction in a literal term though and how we just use until its all gone and then drop it and move on from what we were and the dead, even though we are not far apart..
I can see the mountain over me, the Serpent Hollow The silent fortress underneath, I sway to the beat of our decay, the light of other days. And fireside the black island, the toxic sand Dancing city lights glowing against the sky. Snowing, shimmering, shinedust in our eyes.
explaining another city and how it pollutes.
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are. I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart.
And in the yellow belvedere I carve my name without fear. A witness to the birth of me, This garden of concrete.
"yellow belvedere" seems to be a phonebook lol so i guess carving his name is having a registered place in the book..garden of concrete is another reference to a city and it really is a garden of concrete if you think about it.
I walk across the dead train yard, remembering who we are. I look inside and in my heart, we're never far apart.
And in the yellow belvedere I carve my name without fear. A witness to the birth of me This garden of concrete.
Thats my two cents, doesn't really tie anything together, although give something to think of for others to put down ideas.