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Jonathan Davis: Where ever he goes, something is following him. A deep sorrow comes out of even the things I love. The things that are supposed to bring comfort, just end up bringing more hatred, and a place full of broken dreams. Jonathan is tired of people hanging on his every word. In the end, wishing for them to tear him out of there hearts. Wishing to be removed before it's too late. These people live through him, but never get in touch with there true feelings. It's made him go crazy, but they are the one's who really lose. They never lived, and now they are to blame, for inner nothingness (hell) at death. ("a bed of flames", possibly a reference to hell") Hidden, there lies a desire to fall, by your own hand (did your own hole). Existence is spent asking questions, point to the heavens, trying to find something meaningful...where is my God? There are no true answers, life could be just a dream of a dream, so there is peace, and death my have already come. I'm already dead, awake me? Time goes by, and things just get worse. Emotions of helpless keep persisting, and I'm laughed at, while trying to escape them. Hate builds, it's bottled deeply in him. Hoping the sorrow will cease, those laughing would die, and finally let everything out. Thoughtless
Jonathan Davis:
Jonathan Davis: He gave everything he could, but has been drained of the will to go on. Isn't he worth something? He is leaving, destroying all feelings of hurting. Why is it that things fall on him, and he is there alone broken. I get a sense of praying for a sort of death, "heart stops", appears fairly death-like. There just might be something after, a heaven, instead of just vast empty space. What is there to do, to take, to rape from? He is "falling of the world". Falling is one of the most reoccurring words in untouchables. Jonathan can never escape from the holes (of hate, hurt, depression) . The only way out is death, "onto death's embrace." Maybe, death is a latter to climb out. Fieldy:
Jonathan Davis: Everywhere he looks, he feels he's to blame, face peering back, that are only his. The faces of when he was innocent, and free (before fame). All they do is make fun of him now, how he could "fly". He wants to hide, but he can't and just remembers what used to be. Somehow, we all die. The sands of time erode any history of us, and we get washed in the sea. Do we get remembered or just replaced? Again people are feeding on Jonathan's feelings, but does anyone care, will anyone even know in the future. He can scream and scream, search and search, yet there is no one there. Sincere emotions remain undiscovered by others, just eating him up inside, until it all ends. No wonder, why " its time to leave these places far behind", there has to be someone or something out there... |
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