Crimson
Erra Lyrics


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It's as if I've fallen with the fall
Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall
My lungs are frozen from the winter air
A stale cold and respiratory flare
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage
We constantly collide with the troposphere
We cut straight through like Roman spear
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin
Promised to forget because it never happened

It's as if I've fallen with the fall
Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience
This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged
An echo of existence subsist in our commencement
Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis
A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage
It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage
We constantly collide with the troposphere

We cut straight through like Roman spear
Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin
Promised to forget because it never happened
Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
An echo of existence
Subsist in our commencement
Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis




An echo of existence
Limitations have escaped us an echo of existence

Overall Meaning

The song "Crimson" by Erra is a poignant exploration of the transience and futility of human life. The lyrics use vivid natural imagery to convey a sense of loss and impermanence, with the "fall" of leaves from trees serving as a metaphor for our own inevitable decline. The image of "Crimson" scattered near the roots of the last soldier from the summer suggests that the battle has been lost, and that death has taken hold. The idea of a "tectonic drift and polar shift" evokes a sense of cosmic upheaval, with even the earth being affected by the fleeting nature of our existence.


Line by Line Meaning

It's as if I've fallen with the fall
I feel like I've fallen along with the change of season


Like leaves from trees, standing short and tall
Just like leaves that fall off trees in autumn, some are shorter and some are taller


My lungs are frozen from the winter air
It's so cold that even my lungs feel frozen


A stale cold and respiratory flare
My breath is stale and my respiratory system is struggling to cope with the cold


Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier from the summer
Red leaves are scattered near the base of the last-standing tree from summer


It's as if the battle happened here and the bodies were buried under
The red leaves make it look like a battle happened, and bodies were buried there


Stimulating consequences rest on my conscience
I'm aware of the consequences of my actions and they weigh heavily on my mind


This addiction to the things we do is neither conventional or acknowledged
Our addiction to certain actions is unconventional and not recognized by society


An echo of existence subsist in our commencement
A trace of our existence remains at the beginning of our journey


Limitations have escaped us, contrary to accepted thesis
We are not bound by conventional limitations, despite what is accepted as the norm


A tectonic drift and polar shift would ensure our camouflage
A sudden shift in the Earth's crust or polar axis would hide our presence


It would be as if we never happened, and this place was a mirage
The shift would make it seem like we never existed and this place was an illusion


We constantly collide with the troposphere
We keep running into the layer of atmosphere closest to Earth


We cut straight through like Roman spear
We penetrate the troposphere just like a Roman spear


Displacing oxygen like a paid assassin
Our actions are causing harm to the environment, just like a paid killer


Promised to forget because it never happened
We promise to forget our actions because it's easier than facing the consequences


An echo of existence
A sign of our existence


Subsist in our commencement
Remains present at the beginning of our journey


Limitations have escaped us an echo of existence
We are not bound by conventional limitations, and this is just a sign of our existence




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Comments from YouTube:

Brian Koch

Who’s still jams this magical album?

YM

2020 brother

Dustin Fehrmann

Aw bro u know

Jake Pettini

2022

Jonathan McGee

Erra is great workout music

Nick

2022. Thrilled they have started to include a few augment songs into the current setlists. Good vibes !

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Shaun Cartwright

havent been able to stop listening to this band for 3 years

Ben Lipscombe

Still the same but in year 7

Thelittleowl1

Just started lol

Zane Price

that long note jesse hits at 3:52 gives me chills, every single time.

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