Description
When everything seems strange, your body and soul feel out of place, and your thoughts spin around in search of meaning. The feeling that time is not just the clock on the wall, but something that slips through your fingers. Everything around you seems to be falling into place, but it's too late, and all that remains is a quiet struggle with yourself, with the desire to find recognition when you no longer know what that recognition is. A song is like looking in the mirror, where you seem to be there, but somehow not quite. It's like staring into the void, trying to pull yourself together to just move on, so that at least something makes sense. Meanwhile, time, like a cruel detective, leaves no chance.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm looking down to see
My body isn't here
He wants to meet his truth,
but he couldn't in his youth.
and then we don't know what to feel
Maybe I'm a time-ticking crime
right now,
Oh, and so I'll just carry on
maybe I'll keep wondering if they'll stop and feel withdrawn
In a way, we've wasted all our days
Longing, 'tryna see if validation gives me space
Oh, I'm sorry for the wreck
I wallow in my place
cover up my eyes and ears and
bandage up my face
They shout "I look bizarre,
Maybe it's a scar, burnt cigar
what now?
Oh, and so I'll just carry on
maybe I'll keep wondering if they'll stop and feel withdrawn
In a way, we've wasted all our days
Longing for direction misdirected into waste
Times a crime that keeps moving on
Times a crime, makes you feel withdrawn
Times a crime that keeps moving on
Times a crime I keep moving on
Times a crime that's moving on
I am but a shell for all the past, for all I've got
so then I'll keep on carrying on
Maybe let it linger on and on 'til I'm withdrawn