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A Forest of Stars Lyrics

The moon pushed the sun down the spiral-staircase of time
The passage of night, as symbolized by the moon, overtook the daytime, represented by the sun, as if ascending down a spiral staircase through the ages.

Bright neck broken, twisted beyond repair
The once vibrant and lively atmosphere has been irreversibly damaged, left lifeless and broken like a neck bent out of shape.

So now there's only darkness standing there
The pervasive darkness that has taken hold of the environment fills the void left behind with its unwavering presence.

Arms outstretched/predatory parasite
In the face of the chaos and destruction, those who remain are left reaching outwards desperately, as if looking for something to cling onto - much like a parasite preys upon its host.

Vacant light
The once warm, illuminating light of the sun has been sucked out by the darkness, leaving an empty void where no light can penetrate.

From the tunnel of night.
All of the destructive and hopeless feelings have been born from the darkness of the night and its grip on the world.

It's colder here since the war, all colours took on a shade of grey
In the aftermath of the conflict, the environment has become bleak and devoid of life, with everything losing its once vibrant hue alongside the plummeting temperatures.

The streams have run slower since you went away
Every passing moment feels more sluggish and taxing, like time itself has slowed to match the author's grief and toil.

Even the summer is slouching now
Even summer, the season of liveliness and warmth, has been beaten down and made to assume a dejected and disheartened appearance.

Sun not waxing, but waning - walking disappointedly away
The once-powerful sun's light has dimmed, and it appears to retreat in sorrow and apology for failing to save what's left of the world from darkness.

Moon with no hope of saving the day
The once silver lining of hope and reassurance, symbolized by the moon, has been swallowed by the darkness, leaving no ray of hope in its wake.

Rainy season beyond sense and reason
The author finds themselves in a state of constant dread, with the rains never ending and reason failing to quell the continuous downpour.

Endless sheets of glass
The rain takes on an unnerving and surreal character, like endless panes of glass perpetually falling from the sky.

Streets awash with horror
The streets have become overrun with terror, as the once peaceful community is now plagued by the darkness and all its horrors.

Bullets in the back of summer
The warm embrace of summer has become a thing of the past, now replaced by cold-blooded violence with no regard for life.

Filthy water everywhere
The rain has turned into a deadly and destructive force, with dirty waters everywhere leaving no safe haven for the author.

Not saved by incantations
The author's attempts at saving themselves, such as through incantations, have been futile, leaving them vulnerable and exposed to danger.

Summer sun always gone
The summer sun, the symbol of hope, has left the author feeling hopeless and abandoned.

Left my smile all alone back there
The author's once lighthearted and joyful demeanor has been left behind, with little hope of ever returning.

Forced to simply sit and stare
With no hope of salvaging the situation, the author feels helpless, as all they can do is watch as things spiral out of control.

At nothing
All the author has left is forlorn thoughts and despair, as they stare into the abyss that is the dying world around them.

Summer's always gone
The warm, embracing summer, with all its hope of a better tomorrow, is gone forever.

Temperance overrule
All the plans and hopes of fixing the world have been overthrown, replaced by a cold and unforgiving reality ruled by temperance.

Temper under ruled
The oppressive and unyielding nature of the environment has been cast aside for chaotic and reckless responses that only allow things to worsen.

Time - Oh, she's short
The author is acutely aware of the dwindling time they have left, as everything around them spirals into a hopeless abyss.

Wait - Oh, she's long
The passage of time which should offer a reprieve only seems to stretch on and on, a merciless and tedious ordeal to go through.

Where she went I'll never know
The tides of time and fortune have forsaken the author, leaving them in a state of uncertainty with no knowledge of the way forward.

All I know
The author has been reduced to a smattering of knowledge and awareness, with even the smallest details leaving a big impact.

Is she's gone
Time itself, like everything precious of this world, has long been lost, leaving only despondency and hopelessness in its wake.

Gone?
The author laments the passing of every precious moment, with the endless despair and heartache leaving them to question the very nature of their existence.