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Let it happen
Don't drag this out
It's been long enough
We are many enough
The pendulum swings
The flesh stretched thin
The tide pulls us back
Into the depths
Enough time spent
Enough lives without worth
Enough seeds sown
Into the worn out earth
The flesh stretched thin
Legs bearing no weight
Left, only sterile remains
Sentience, a commodity
An ever-declining value
Insignificance
Expendable
Build the shrines
To monument your own passing
Prostrate yourself
Before this ruin amassing
Let this happen
It's been long enough
This place is a cage
Don't you see its bars?
Enough time wasted
Enough life created
Enough water flown
Into the river we drown
The flesh stretched thin
Legs bearing no weight
Left, only sterile remains
The tide pulls us back
Into the depths
Let it
The tide pulls us back
Where we belong
Let it
Don't drag this out
It's been long enough
We are many enough
The pendulum swings
The flesh stretched thin
The tide pulls us back
Into the depths
Enough time spent
Enough lives without worth
Enough seeds sown
Into the worn out earth
The flesh stretched thin
Legs bearing no weight
Left, only sterile remains
Sentience, a commodity
An ever-declining value
Insignificance
Expendable
Build the shrines
To monument your own passing
Prostrate yourself
Before this ruin amassing
Let this happen
It's been long enough
This place is a cage
Don't you see its bars?
Enough time wasted
Enough life created
Enough water flown
Into the river we drown
The flesh stretched thin
Legs bearing no weight
Left, only sterile remains
The tide pulls us back
Into the depths
Let it
The tide pulls us back
Where we belong
Let it
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Tide Lyrics as written by Filip Danielsson Buster Odeholm
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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I think this is about allowing one's self to become immersed in the fate which has become them. Not to hide or feel shame, the tide will come eventually anyway. Not feeling as though one must wallow in the shadows or lay dormant but one can embrace their pain, feel every ounce of their despair, grieve out in the open if one must & not be judged or made to feel any less because of it.