Joined: 19 Mar 2011 Gender: Non-binary Posts: 6,659 Location: The Labyrinth of Leviathan
09 Sep 2017, 1:09 am
"Flood" by Tool.
"All I knew, all I believed Are crumbling images that no longer comfort me I scramble to reach higher ground Order and sanity, something to comfort me I take what is mine, hold what is mine Suffocate what is mine, bury what's mine Soon the water will come and claim what is mine I must leave it behind and climb to a new place now This ground is not the rock I'd thought it to be Thought I was high, thought I was free Thought I was there, divine destiny I was wrong, this changes everything We're running away (etc.) I take what is mine, hold what is mine Suffocate what is mine, bury what's mine Soon the water will come and claim what is mine I must leave it behind and climb to a new place Water rising up on me, said water rising up on me Thought the sun would come deliver me But the truth has come to punish me instead Ground is breaking down right under me Cleanse and purge me in the water"
(skip to 4:30 for lyrics)
It's very easy for me to picture myself trying to stay afloat in a sea of depression, and sometimes I think I've reached land, but I only get a moment to catch my breath before being swept off again - or it's just a piece of driftwood that sinks the instant I touch it. I think I see the sun, some sort of hope, but then instead I'm hit with the truth that I'm just not good enough in some way for whatever the hope was (for example, I'll find a job that looks promising but will apply and hear nothing back).
_________________ Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. -H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"
09 Sep 2017, 1:09 am
