Morphia
Esoteric Lyrics


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This air of silence,
Breathes through the sullen mist.
Transparent winds,
Ease these age-old wounds.

As stale thoughts disappear,
Through Morpheus pathways.
I am in wake but dreaming.

This warmth annuls,
As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life.

Weary sighs of condolence never did urge with zest,
The fire within hands made to rest.

Swallow me within sin,
This blood flows free through my veins.
Procure my will through lascivious rite.

Delving subliminal realms,
As lust invites me to stay,
Engulfed within flesh.

Casting gaze at the puppets,
Acting out their play.
Their slightly wooden frames,
Stretched and splintered by their masters.

Crawling beneath their minds' eye.

Those whom follow, reflect,
And do not become.

Not to be...Not to be...

Their words waste my time here,
With their fragrantless tones.
A veil to distract those whom wouldst live.

To create,
Not to serve.

I walk amongst the shadows of the dead,
Thoughts bleeding into the ether.





Into endless night.

Overall Meaning

The opening segment of Esoteric's Morphia is an ode to approaching silence. The ominous presence of the sullen mist combined with the transparency of the winds creates a surreal atmosphere in which the weight of age-old wounds is mitigated. Stale thoughts disappear through the pathways of Morpheus as the singer proclaims being in a state of wake and dreaming. It's a moment of pure introspection where the transparent winds do not just soothe the wounds, but ease them through the subliminal realms of the self.


The second half of the song brings forth a shift in tone as the singer's contemplation moves towards darker territories. The warmth that made the wounds bearable and the dreams coherent are annulled as time drew slowly towards the gradual decay of the self. The fire within hands, made to rest, sighs with weariness and condolence but never with zest. The verses shift towards a state of sinfulness as the singer calls to be swallowed within sin and have his will procured through lascivious rite. Lust invites the singer to delve within the subliminal realms, to be engulfed within flesh, where he casts his gaze upon the puppets - wooden frames stretched and splintered by their masters. The singer has no interest in becoming like them, in following their steps and do not become. Instead, the words that speak of distraction fail to impress the singer, as they waste his time and lead to nowhere. Instead, the singer walks among the shadows of the dead, thoughts bleeding into the ether, into the endless night.


Line by Line Meaning

This air of silence,
The stillness in the surrounding is evident and present.


Breathes through the sullen mist.
The mist adds to the solemnity and seriousness of the atmosphere.


Transparent winds,
The purity and clarity of the wind.


Ease these age-old wounds.
The wind provides comfort and relief to the wounds that have been present for a long time.


As stale thoughts disappear,
As old and unproductive thoughts fade away.


Through Morpheus pathways.
Thanks to the dream state and its power to shift focus.


I am in wake but dreaming.
Being awake, but lost in thoughts.


This warmth annuls,
This warmth cancels, cease to exist.


As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life.
A slow reminder of the inevitable progress of time and its impact.


Weary sighs of condolence never did urge with zest,
A half-hearted and indifferent response to sorrow.


The fire within hands made to rest.
The passion and enthusiasm has been muted and ignored for too long.


Swallow me within sin,
Become one with indulgence and darkness.


This blood flows free through my veins.
The freedom that comes with succumbing to impulse and desire.


Procure my will through lascivious rite.
Gaining control through pleasure seeking activities.


Delving subliminal realms,
Exploring hidden layers of the mind.


As lust invites me to stay,
As temptation entices.


Engulfed within flesh.
Trapped within physical existence.


Casting gaze at the puppets,
Looking at the society and its members.


Acting out their play.
Following the script that has been set by societal expectations.


Their slightly wooden frames,
The indications of how controlled and limited they are.


Stretched and splintered by their masters.
Pushed and pulled by the powerful and influential.


Crawling beneath their minds' eye.
Sneaking past their normal thinking patterns and diving to the deeper, less visible thoughts.


Those whom follow, reflect,
The ones who blindly follow others illustrate those they trail.


And do not become.
And don't allow themselves to grow or evolve.


Not to be...Not to be...
Not existing, not reaching the ultimate goal.


Their words waste my time here,
Their verbalizations and conversations are unimportant and irrelevant.


With their fragrantless tones.
Separate them from the significant and honest voices.


A veil to distract those whom wouldst live.
A barrier to circumvent for individuals who yearn true life fulfillment.


To create,
The urge to make something unique.


Not to serve.
Rather than working for others’ benefit individually motivated ambitions are more important.


I walk amongst the shadows of the dead,
I move past darkness and hopelessness.


Thoughts bleeding into the ether.
Ideas and notions scattering and becoming lost in the universe.


Into endless night.
Through the darkness, with no end in sight.




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