Decay
Cymbals Lyrics

You told me to control what I can't control
You urged me to have power over the uncontrollable.

You told me to set limits in my own world
You gave me advice to restrict myself in my own space.

What is a body when it's all alone?
An alone body is devoid of meaning or purpose.

What is a river when it doesn't flow?
A stationary river has lost its purpose and essence.

I could just decide to be a thief and a liar
I could choose to act immoral and selfishly.

Collecting all the pretty things that I could desire
Accumulating all the beautiful things that attract me.

This can go around and around
This cycle can persist indefinitely.

To forget who I am just for walking in this town
Merely walking in this town could cause me to lose my identity.

It's decay
It's the process of gradually breaking down and losing value.

It's the change
It's a shift or transformation from the original form or state.

We made mistakes
We committed errors or misjudgments in the past.

Nothing's the same
Things have transformed and are now different from before.

We make a river and i'm out of words
We create a stream of feelings and emotions that I'm unable to express.

You make me shiver (?)
You cause a physical reaction in me.

Went there to see her through the trees
I ventured to that location amongst the trees to see her.

What hole (?) and what was new
What was missing or lacking and what was fresh or untested.

You're the rhythm
You are the beat or pattern of my life.

You're the key
You are the solution or explanation to my life's questions.

You see through a prism parts of me
You view certain aspects of me through a unique lens or perspective.

What I thought was a vision through the trees
What I believed to be a clear perception amidst the trees.

Was the weight to keep living in a dream
Was the burden to persist in an illusion or fantasy.

Can't make decisions
I am unable to reach conclusions or come to a resolution.

I don't know my needs
I am ignorant of what I truly require or long for.

I know what it isn't, not what it is
I am aware of what it is not, but not of what it actually is.

Cut that river through the grass and through the trees
Create a path through the vegetation and woods for the river to flow.

Like a scar you run your way right through me
You caused a wound or mark that extends through me.

It's decay
It's the process of gradually breaking down and losing value.

It's the change
It's a shift or transformation from the original form or state.

We made mistakes
We committed errors or misjudgments in the past.

Nothing's the same
Things have transformed and are now different from before.