The song is about a person with chronic severe anxiety. At first, I thought it was just about having a panic attack, but other lines in the lyrics, such as, "The bin of repressed emotions crammed," show that this is a chronic condition.
The first paragraph talks about how emotion, specifically fear, has taken over the person's whole life to the point that he or she is not acting rationally.
(The pity of sense, of sanity.)
The second paragraph describes the process by which his or her constant fear is ceasing all other thought--emotions, logic, personality, etc. The fear is so overwhelming that the self is gone.
(My mind resigns to defeat.
Internal razors activated--slashing through unprocessed thought.
The severance of self complete.)
The third paragraph goes on with the theme of the second. The person is now a(n) (organic) shadow of what he or she once was due to the destruction of the self.
The fourth paragraph continues the dialogue of the past couple paragraphs. In the fifth paragraph, the person is calling out for help, but likely not aloud since he or she has lost his or her emotional/psychological autonomy.
(Hear me. Find me.
Save me. The dead me.)
The last paragraph is about the hell he or she now lives in. The chanting whispers of the mute are his or her internal thoughts. The person waits for someone to save him or her from that hell of isolation and fear.
The song is about a person with chronic severe anxiety. At first, I thought it was just about having a panic attack, but other lines in the lyrics, such as, "The bin of repressed emotions crammed," show that this is a chronic condition.
The first paragraph talks about how emotion, specifically fear, has taken over the person's whole life to the point that he or she is not acting rationally. (The pity of sense, of sanity.)
The second paragraph describes the process by which his or her constant fear is ceasing all other thought--emotions, logic, personality, etc. The fear is so overwhelming that the self is gone. (My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated--slashing through unprocessed thought. The severance of self complete.)
The third paragraph goes on with the theme of the second. The person is now a(n) (organic) shadow of what he or she once was due to the destruction of the self.
The fourth paragraph continues the dialogue of the past couple paragraphs. In the fifth paragraph, the person is calling out for help, but likely not aloud since he or she has lost his or her emotional/psychological autonomy. (Hear me. Find me. Save me. The dead me.)
The last paragraph is about the hell he or she now lives in. The chanting whispers of the mute are his or her internal thoughts. The person waits for someone to save him or her from that hell of isolation and fear.