Kaliwraith
02-15-2005, 05:07 PM
My interpretation is based solely on some of my experiences. It's just an illustration of how I'd applied this song to my life at a particular time. It's in the 3rd person, though.
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
he's feeling this strongly: he's changing. looking in the mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same.
Maybe he's in a new relationship which is causing him to change his beliefs, or compromise them. the snake is one side of himself reconsidering this relationship. or it could be the opposite. which is the right decision? to him, both switch places as the snake tempting him.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
Thinking about why he needs to start things over.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
Being without her is too hard, though. It hurts and is like bleeding. He's dependant on her support.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
considerately.
It's tearing.
Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
The decision becomes too hard. Thinking about either option seems to hurt and drain.
I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
obvious in this light.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
She's changing him, and the old self is being "killed". No mention of if it's good or bad. But he remembers as he considers.
Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times.
Everything in his mind has been taken apart, turned over. He looks through everything and the hopelessness of not knowing what to decide seems so much easier.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
Should have cried when the changes happened. But they already have. Got to accept it.
And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
He's willing to change for her, she's definitely important enough. For love, he doesn't mind.
I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
He can't give it up and chooses to keep it.
It really applied to me and helped me sort out my thoughts. This is really specific and personal, though, so it's obviously not the intended meaning of the song. But that's what poetry's for, right?
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
he's feeling this strongly: he's changing. looking in the mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same.
Maybe he's in a new relationship which is causing him to change his beliefs, or compromise them. the snake is one side of himself reconsidering this relationship. or it could be the opposite. which is the right decision? to him, both switch places as the snake tempting him.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
Thinking about why he needs to start things over.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
Being without her is too hard, though. It hurts and is like bleeding. He's dependant on her support.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
considerately.
It's tearing.
Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
The decision becomes too hard. Thinking about either option seems to hurt and drain.
I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
obvious in this light.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
She's changing him, and the old self is being "killed". No mention of if it's good or bad. But he remembers as he considers.
Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times.
Everything in his mind has been taken apart, turned over. He looks through everything and the hopelessness of not knowing what to decide seems so much easier.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
Should have cried when the changes happened. But they already have. Got to accept it.
And as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
He's willing to change for her, she's definitely important enough. For love, he doesn't mind.
I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me.
He can't give it up and chooses to keep it.
It really applied to me and helped me sort out my thoughts. This is really specific and personal, though, so it's obviously not the intended meaning of the song. But that's what poetry's for, right?