Slowly
Cemetery Drive Lyrics


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I don't see your sunsets cause we're in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home
I don't see your sunsets... in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home

'Stay dead boys' in the blacked out whip
Vampire money, and the blood I sip (Yeah)
Taste the love from my cold dead lips
I'm pulling up in total eclipse (Damn)
Yeah all of my posse is skeletons
Committing bad bone embezzlement
It's Captain Corpse in the corporation
I feel so malevolent

Wine in the bottle turn to vinegar soon
The signs that I follow looking dim in the room
Live in a basement, sleep in and the days blend
Seeping in my mind is the feeling time wasted
Let me lift an eyelid, let me finish ideas
I don't want to be silent, chilling while I'm out here
Nothing really I fear, except complacency (Yeah)
Talking with the demon that placed me in here

I don't see your sunsets cause we're in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home
I don't see your sunsets... in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home

What's the price of lying
Yeah yeah yeah, simple piece of mind
They want a little piece of mine
I'll throw these hands at any time
I keep my bank pin close
Got that shit hidden need a decoder ring
Just to make withdrawals
Keep my eggs divided like an ovary
Every king die young
Y'all don't get it though, that's how it's supposed to be
When that kingdom come
It's cos' she choked me out with rosary
On a nice beach chilling
I ain't got notifs' on I'm unapproachable
See the sunlight dipping
I wish my heart was never so emotional

What's worse is the ones that would act a friend (Fuck em')
I am loving how I'm a fucking god now they turned out to be nothing
Need to feel up and proud like who doesn't?
Attitude: count me out
For the longest time I would always hide don't call my line
I really didn't fuck with anybody (Shut up)
I do not fuck with no locals
They think in the box like Sudoku
The numbers they line up is poco
Why are you trying to act like I know you
Never was social, boy did I try
But when I did it felt like a lie
One of these days I won't see your sunset
I will be running to the other side, bye

I don't see your sunsets cause we're in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home
I don't see your sunsets... in two different time zones
Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home

Moving slowly through a past life
Holding onto false identities
Colder than I was last week
Folding over stupid tendencies
Waiting for my ride home
Watching for the dim headlight glow
I don't have a place to sleep
Don't know how to head right home
Slowly through the last nights
Mulling over blurry memories
I recall some infinite distress
I remember missing different things
Waiting for my ride back
Watching for the color of the paint




I don't need a ride home
I just need a way to hide my face

Overall Meaning

The song "Slowly" by Cemetery Drive speaks of the feeling of disconnection and isolation from a loved one who is far away, in another time zone. The lyrics highlight the slow-moving nature of time when one is waiting for that ride home. The singer expresses their sense of loneliness and anxiety as they wait for their ride, which gives the song a somber and reflective tone.


The song's title "Slowly" perfectly describes the overall tempo and vibe of the song -- slow, but thoughtful. The lyrics' imagery paints a picture of a bleak and desolate setting that may mirror how the singer is feeling inside. The theme of mortality also appears throughout the song with references to vampires, skeletons, and death itself. There's a clear sense that time is fleeting, and one should seize the day because life can end at any moment.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't see your sunsets cause we're in two different time zones
We are separated by distance and different schedules, so I can't see the things you're seeing.


Everything moves slowly when you're waiting for your ride home
Time seems to drag on when you're waiting for something, like a ride home.


'Stay dead boys' in the blacked out whip
A call to keep up a faรงade of being dead or separated from society, while riding in a black car.


Vampire money, and the blood I sip (Yeah)
Money and things that are supposed to bring pleasure feel like a vampire sucking your life away, and have left you feeling empty.


Taste the love from my cold dead lips
You feel love, but it's empty and cold.


I'm pulling up in total eclipse (Damn)
Arriving in a way that obscures your features, like an eclipse - perhaps because you don't want to be recognized or bothered by others.


Yeah all of my posse is skeletons
The people you surround yourself with are like skeletons, empty and lifeless.


Committing bad bone embezzlement
You and your group of friends are up to no good, committing some sort of theft or scheme that is harmful to others.


It's Captain Corpse in the corporation
A reference to yourself as a captain of a company, but the company is lifeless and empty like skeletons - perhaps because it's corrupt or deceitful.


I feel so malevolent
You feel evil or like you are seeking to cause harm to others, perhaps due to your corrupt business practices.


Wine in the bottle turn to vinegar soon
Things that you once found pleasurable, like wine, eventually sour and no longer bring joy.


The signs that I follow looking dim in the room
The things you were once passionate about or interested in, no longer spark joy.


Live in a basement, sleep in and the days blend
Your living conditions are poor, and you're so bored with life that one day bleeds into the next.


Seeping in my mind is the feeling time wasted
You feel like you're wasting away and that the time you have left is slipping away from you.


Let me lift an eyelid, let me finish ideas
You want to open your mind and feel alive again, to finish the ideas that are swirling around in your head.


I don't want to be silent, chilling while I'm out here
You don't want to be alone and isolated, but you also don't want to be silent - you want to speak your mind and be heard.


Nothing really I fear, except complacency (Yeah)
You're not afraid of anything except becoming too comfortable and complacent in your limited life.


Talking with the demon that placed me in here
You feel like you're living in some sort of prison, and are speaking with an inner demon that may have caused you to be there.


What's the price of lying
You're questioning the cost of deceit and dishonesty.


Yeah yeah yeah, simple piece of mind
You want a peaceful mind, free from worry and strife.


They want a little piece of mine
Others want to take something from you, whether it's tangible goods or emotional support.


I'll throw these hands at any time
You're willing to fight and defend yourself if necessary.


I keep my bank pin close
You're protective of your money and financial information.


Got that shit hidden need a decoder ring
You've hidden your valuables and need a special tool to access them.


Just to make withdrawals
You're willing to go to great lengths just to access your money.


Keep my eggs divided like an ovary
You're organizing and separating things in your life, like separating egg yolks from egg whites, perhaps to maintain control or order in your chaotic life.


Every king die young
Famous or powerful people seem to die early in life because of their excesses or the risks they take.


Y'all don't get it though, that's how it's supposed to be
People don't understand that sometimes a powerful or famous person dying early is simply the status quo.


When that kingdom come
A reference to a religious concept of a final judgement or afterlife.


It's cos' she choked me out with rosary
Perhaps a metaphor for being confined or trapped by religious beliefs or commitments.


On a nice beach chilling
A peaceful or enjoyable setting where someone might relax or unwind.


I ain't got notifs' on I'm unapproachable
You're intentionally making yourself unavailable or unreachable to others by turning off notifications or staying off of social media.


See the sunlight dipping
The sun is setting and daylight is fading away.


I wish my heart was never so emotional
Your emotions are causing you pain, and you wish you could be less affected by them.


What's worse is the ones that would act a friend (Fuck em')
You feel betrayed by people who you thought were your friends.


I am loving how I'm a fucking god now they turned out to be nothing
You feel superior to others who have let you down and proven themselves to be unreliable or untrustworthy.


Need to feel up and proud like who doesn't?
Everyone wants to feel good about themselves and their accomplishments.


Attitude: count me out
You're choosing to distance yourself from something or someone because of your attitude or beliefs.


For the longest time I would always hide don't call my line
You've been keeping to yourself and don't want to be contacted by others.


I really didn't fuck with anybody (Shut up)
You haven't been interacting with others or forming relationships, and you're getting annoyed with people who assume otherwise.


I do not fuck with no locals
You're not interested in connecting with people who are from the same area or community as you.


They think in the box like Sudoku
People have narrow or limited ways of thinking and are not creative or open-minded.


The numbers they line up is poco
People's thoughts and ideas are predictable or boring.


Why are you trying to act like I know you
Someone is pretending to know you or be close to you, when really you have no relationship with them.


Never was social, boy did I try
You struggled to connect with others and form friendships, despite your efforts.


But when I did it felt like a lie
Even when you did manage to form connections with others, it felt inauthentic or forced.


One of these days I won't see your sunset
There will be a day when you won't be around to see the things that someone else does.


I will be running to the other side, bye
You'll be moving on from this life or this situation and saying goodbye to those who remain.


Moving slowly through a past life
You're going through life at a slow pace, reflecting on your past and your choices.


Holding onto false identities
You're holding onto an idea of yourself that might not be entirely accurate or honest.


Colder than I was last week
You feel emotionally colder or more distant than you did before.


Folding over stupid tendencies
You're giving in to bad habits or behaviors that you know are foolish or self-destructive.


Waiting for my ride home
You're waiting for someone or something to help you move on from this situation or place.


Watching for the dim headlight glow
You're keeping an eye out for signs of the thing or person you're waiting for.


I don't have a place to sleep
You don't feel at home or comfortable in any particular setting or situation.


Don't know how to head right home
You're lost or directionless, unsure of how to proceed or where to go.


Slowly through the last nights
You're moving slowly through the end stages of something, perhaps life itself.


Mulling over blurry memories
You're thinking about the past, but the memories are unclear or hazy.


I recall some infinite distress
You remember feeling extreme emotional or psychological pain, perhaps repeatedly over time.


I remember missing different things
You remember feeling longing or sadness for various things or people at different times.


Waiting for my ride back
You're waiting for someone or something to take you back to where you started from, or to a new destination.


Watching for the color of the paint
You're keeping an eye out for something specific, perhaps a particular color or design that will signal your ride's arrival.


I don't need a ride home
You feel like you can handle things on your own and don't need anyone else's help to move on from this situation.


I just need a way to hide my face
You want to avoid being seen or recognized, perhaps out of shame or embarrassment.




Writer(s): Cemetery Drive

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