Pleonasm
Ephel Duath Lyrics


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I've been swallowed by the plaything
Born through my brainful ashtray,
It stinks, pure on this laughable side.

The will to skin,
This gaping flourish encumbers.
Last, poor unforeseeable shape.
Now it's hard to end this incoherent, twisted dialogue.
A conspirator.

I can't image another mask to surround this pigsty.
Listen,
Are there ways to limit my disappearing?

Tomorrow's decline will necessary fit together
Completeness through isolation.




My plans were different.
This is the answer to implore a patient essence.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ephel Duath's "Pleonasm" depict the feeling of being trapped, overwhelmed, and suffocated by a state of confusion and incoherence. The singer describes being swallowed by something that has been born from their own chaotic "brainful ashtray." They feel trapped within a "pigsty" of their own making and struggle to find a way out of their present state. There is a sense of frustration and resignation to the situation, as if the singer has accepted their fate and is struggling to find a way out.


The lyrics also touch upon the theme of isolation, as the singer questions whether there are ways to limit their disappearing and achieve completeness through isolation. This could be interpreted as a desire for solitude and introspection in order to better understand oneself and overcome the confusion and chaos within.


Overall, the lyrics of "Pleonasm" are complex and abstract, and can be interpreted in a variety of ways. They paint a picture of a mind struggling to make sense of itself, and a person searching for a way out of their own self-imposed limitations.


Line by Line Meaning

I've been swallowed by the plaything
I am consumed by this meaningless pastime


Born through my brainful ashtray
It originated in my mind, but it's like a smelly ashtray


It stinks, pure on this laughable side
It's a bad situation and there's nothing funny about it


The will to skin
The desire to strip away


This gaping flourish encumbers
But this showy display gets in the way and makes it difficult


Last, poor unforeseeable shape
Unfortunately, the end result is ugly and unexpected


Now it's hard to end this incoherent, twisted dialogue
It's challenging to bring this confusing and convoluted conversation to a close


A conspirator
A collaborator


I can't image another mask to surround this pigsty
I can't think of any other way to hide this mess


Listen
Pay attention


Are there ways to limit my disappearing?
What can I do to stop myself from disappearing?


Tomorrow's decline will necessary fit together
The inevitable collapse of tomorrow will be cohesive


Completeness through isolation
Wholeness achieved by being alone


My plans were different
I had different intentions


This is the answer to implore a patient essence.
This is the solution to appeal to a calm and composed inner self.




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