[Verse 1]
It feels so wrong stuck down in the web we weave
Tear apart the way we are and do it so well
Our peace of mind left in pieces
Holding your head in hands and the world's watching today
[Refrain]
Feeling like an empty room
Nothing ever fits, but I will find my way
Resume
Who am I staring at?
All I've wanted and more, living beyond the door
Right behind the front door
[Chorus]
Painting the patterns I've become within my eyes
Murals fade, but lessons they sow
And as the paths we wandеr have shown, our hearts will grow
Beauty wadеs within the sound soul
[Verse 2]
Picked apart the way I am, but living to tell
The surgery of mending pieces is hanging over me and the world's watching today
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, this is still life
Make it mine
I used to do it all the time
Dust off your shoulders through it
Yeah, this is still life
Make it mine
I used to do it all the time
Sick of living low
I've gotta let the feeling go
[Chorus]
Painting the patterns I've become within my eyes
Murals fade, but lessons they sow
And as the paths we wander have shown, our hearts will grow
Beauty wades within the sound soul
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, this is still life
Make it mine
I used to do it all the time
Dust off your shoulders through it
Yeah, this is still life
Make it mine
I used to do it all the time
Sick of living low
I've gotta pick me off the floor
[Bridge]
Stay in the upright
One second, one day, one step
Just keep moving
One step, keep moving
Keep your head up high
One second, one day, one step
You're not on your own
Not on your own
[Refrain]
I'm feeling like an empty room
No, nothing ever fits, but I will find my way
Resume
I will find my way to resume
Who am I staring at?
All I've wanted and more, living beyond the door
Right behind the front door
[Bridge]
Must I lay here as a product of the world I never leave?
I can see
My life is crashing down
It's been a while
My mind is racing for a million miles
The machine is turning me
Just imagine the damage that's done
When you fly with wax wings in the sun
The past is present, I'm not in denial
It's holding on like it's an infant child
The machines are, the machines are turning me
(The machines are turning me)
The past is present, I'm not in denial
It's holding on like it's an infant child
The machines are, the machines are turning me
The machines are, the machines are turning me
The machines are turning me
[Guitar Solo/Instrumental Outro]
Being stuck in “the web we weave” – a trap of our own designs – calls to mind self-sabotaging or self-destructive behavior, which is further explored as tearing apart ourselves and our nature
This is a reference to the outro of their previous song “The Way the News Goes…” from the album Periphery III: Select Difficulty.
Tears march to lullabies
And beat me like a drum
That’s not your average fucking misery
This song has chords
But not a single one sounds new or fun
So long to sanity
For now it’s how it goes
A reference to the Greek myth of Icarus (the title of an earlier Periphery song itself, and referenced in “Icarus Lives!”), wherein Icarus and his father Daedalus attempt to escape from the labyrinth of Crete on wings held together by beeswax, designed by Daedalus.
Icarus is warned by his father of excessive complacency in flying too close to the sea, and of excessive pride in flying too close to the sun. He disregards the latter and his wax wings melt, causing him to fall and drown in the ocean.
