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The Iron Husk of Dusk
The speaker reflects on the painfulness of waiting and the sense of loss and hopelessness it brings. They feel like a husk, losing their sense of self and purpose. The metaphor of turning into an iron statue conveys a feeling of stagnation and despair.
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Depression Session; Inability for Expression
Woe, woe, woe – woe is my foeCreature from hell, down from bellow Yo, yo, yo – yo I’ve fallen lowUp and down, the string of sorrow No, no, no – no I cannot growThere is so much more that I doth not know I want to run and run and never look backTurn the
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Tears Fall Up
The moon is a tombIt holds our souls that loomLike purgatory, stuck in the waiting roomThinking we will get called on soonOur lucky break doesn’t come and the clock strikes noon Up above, the sun blasts brightOh how it’s such a sightIt’s half time nowDon’t throw in the towelNot just yetWe still haven’t met For
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