. . . And in a coffin, soul shaking : When you die, Your soul will find out The truth, and then you are helpless . I want to have you doubting Every meaning you've amassed Like a fortune, like a fortune Throw it away: I want you a wasted life, just go by your instincts For worship of someone Who actively despises you Who actively despises you: I am clearly your enemy . . . I am the view I am the table: This is the truth about me, separated from the tree of life table: once a tree, a piece of soulless wood beautiful!">
This song is about "moral boundaries" and "temptations", the difference between "love" and "lust", good and bad, right and wrong.
If you ever had these kind of conversations inside you - questioning YOURSELF/ seeking THE TRUTH inside you- you'll find the lyrics so direct:
(Instincts/ Desires narrating): I am a chorus of the voices That gather up the magnets Set before me: I am your Desires speaking, I am The voice of your instincts
I attract you and repel you, A science of the heart, And blood and meaning: You cant have enough of me, I want to spoil you.
The coldness of ... quickly conquer: coldness = emptiness. Being attracted to beauties, but feeling nothing in your heart, following desires and missing the feelings. You'll think you have must desirable things, but in fact you don't have anything, you've missed the point (smeagol and the ring!)
I am the truth, the beauty that causes you to cross your sacred boundaries: I want you to follow your temptations. sacred boundaries=your morals I am THE lie(even though it is honest in these lines!)
I have no morals Some think me cheap And someone who despises : live carelessly, it's not easy to The normalcy of heartbreak : keep up with morals The purity of love . . . I want to see your suicide(waste your life by listening to me) = I want to see you give it up(your sacred boundaries ) Consider we live for a reason, life is not purposeless, but going by instincts is like wasting it. . . . I am the root I am the progress I'm the aggressor I am the tablet These ten stories: Act to it once and you will become its slave The Ten Commandments of evil . . . Pain and evil ... must give to me: sacrificing morals for pleasure. You are my bi8ch! . . . I want to see your suicide ... I want to see you on the floor: Inner evil wants us to go by instincts and forget about the truth about life and then==> . . . And in a coffin, soul shaking : When you die, Your soul will find out The truth, and then you are helpless .
I want to have you doubting Every meaning you've amassed Like a fortune, like a fortune Throw it away: I want you a wasted life, just go by your instincts
For worship of someone Who actively despises you Who actively despises you: I am clearly your enemy . . . I am the view I am the table:
This is the truth about me, separated from the tree of life table: once a tree, a piece of soulless wood
beautiful!