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One more breath
is one too many
Wither away soon to die
Nothing left of this badly
burned shell
Relinquish my breathing
Feeling so cold
The silence is deafening
Feeling so cold
In this Elysium dream
Covered in dirt
Vision dissipates
The blackness
helps to forget
The sweet aroma of death
Is in the air
Smile as the casket closes
Life is a pale shade of gray
Choking the life out of me
Pointless existence
We've fucked up
My feelings are dead
is one too many
Wither away soon to die
Nothing left of this badly
burned shell
Relinquish my breathing
Feeling so cold
The silence is deafening
Feeling so cold
In this Elysium dream
Covered in dirt
Vision dissipates
The blackness
helps to forget
The sweet aroma of death
Is in the air
Smile as the casket closes
Life is a pale shade of gray
Choking the life out of me
Pointless existence
We've fucked up
My feelings are dead
Lyrics submitted by KrudeDuse
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Because of all that has happened to him, he feels that he no longer has a point for continuing his life. He feels cold because his dreams were false, the silence is deafening because there is no one left for him.
"The Blackness helps to forget" -Often times one can find solitude in the darkness. A calm sort of serene atmosphere is almost more than always better suited than one with much light.
"The Sweet aroma of death" -To be dead would be a better turn for me, because I am empty inside, I once was left with a dream of better things, but this dream is simply a dream.
& as for the last stanza, reiterating the first... "We've fucked up, my feelings are dead." That dream, of someone waiting for him, the one that is false, is false because something happened in their relationship that created a barrier between them. His feelings are dead because he no longer can return them because of this barrier he faces...
It is the loss of will power. The defeat of his own self confidence. His ability to depict between what is real & what is false, believes him to be worthy of the ultimate sentence: Death.
Man, I love those parts where acoustic kicks in, and where the double-bass drumming kicks in.