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Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I lay with reason producing these monsters.
Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
I lay with reason found logic and reap in a walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,
I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.
Sometimes to realize you have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I've known.
When does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep.
Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. a backlit smile so temporary.
A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep-
came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.
Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.
Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.
Open up. the latter just a thought to thrill me knock knock knock the latter just a thought to thrill me.
Red is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the dark.
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I lay with reason producing these monsters.
Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
I lay with reason found logic and reap in a walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,
I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.
Sometimes to realize you have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I've known.
When does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep.
Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. a backlit smile so temporary.
A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep-
came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.
Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.
Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.
Open up. the latter just a thought to thrill me knock knock knock the latter just a thought to thrill me.
Red is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the dark.
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.
Lyrics submitted by Darth_Squirrel
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'In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.'
I believe that quote reflects another type of obsutruction that is frustrating the "narrator" (if you will), because I interpret this as a reference to traffic light colours, 'yellow' describing society waiting for change but being overhelmed by 'red', which of course means to stop. The 'vehicle' refers to humanity, and how they are forced to pause and wait when told to.
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That said, however, the quote 'This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.' is talking about the real world, and how its demise has decayed over time and become meaningless, lonely and empty. 'Life is lowly, lowly anonymity' also refers to this theory, and 'In the space of a smile I found sleep' further relates to a dream of perfection and ridding of the contrite state of the world.
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this is propably one of the sweetest songs ever. the lyrics are beautiful. the singers mixture of lines and alterning chants are genious and the music itself is wonderfully orchastrated in a way that would leave Mozart saying "what the fuck?" And it's almost 10 minutes long, without ever getting repeative or boring. each second is a new turn, a new dive and a new punch to the solarplexus. I love this
This is a great song. I love his voice and the quiet parts.
This band is incredible. THey have the most involved and poetic lyrics. I have no clue what this song means...but it's one of their best. SEE THEM LIVE!!!
This song must be about dying. Like, being in a hospital bed and wanting to pull the plug ('killing the switch').
When you think about it like this a lot of it makes sense.
But then, a lot of it still doesn't. Like the part about Red being a four letter word. God knows what that means.
It's mostly the end that makes sense with the death theory:
"Kill the switch, kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness. As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep."
At least, that's what I make out of it.
yeah, mozart would go like "what the fuck???" hahaha, first time i heard this i had a headache, i was like "that's just a guy growling and some girl screaming in the background" but next thing i know i'm listening to it non-stop.
This song's so badass. i love everything about it. my favorite circle takes the square song by far.
There are many references to art in this song. Including "This world's this worst case color scheme", "Streaks of oil stain"; plus the mentioning of red, yellow, and grey.
"a Marat David" refers to a famous painting by Jacques-Louis David entiled "Death of Marat" The phrase " A Marat David" is painting on what seems to be a piece of wood. It would be easy to think that Marat David was the artist however I'm sure CTTS did this on purpose rather than by ignorance.
The confusing line "Red is a four letter word. Four letter invitation." might be a play on words. Red could be Read (past tense). Of course this is just a wild guess.
"Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep." talks of time. How we divide the days, the years, everything.
Another tidbit is "El sueno razon produce monsinios" which literally means "I sound reason produces monsinios" in Spanish. I'm interested in what 'monsinios' means, if it's a real word at all. I'm guessing that it might mean 'monsters'.
Here are the major themes in this song: -Death (obviously) -Art/Color -Time -Nature
I could go on and on about the meaning of this song. There's a lot of depth to it. But I won't bore you any longer.
please go on, i'm actually so interested.
this song is the longest song on the album for a reason: this song is about the death of God. God is corrupt and so the angels and a conspirator plan the overthrow and murder of God to turn Heaven into a perfect society like it is supposed to be. After God has been killed, a new soul is chosen to take the place of God. It's only after God's murder does everyone realize that everyone realizes perfection cannot exist because the meaning of the word perfection is too abstract and vague.
I think the four letter word is "stop."