The Lisbon Girls Oh the Lisbon Girls
Fear Before the March of Flames Lyrics


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This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

This is a surrender skin
This is hanging on
Sing the high notes, touch his hand.
This is giving up
Faces on! Faces on!

We are pretty when we are faking.
I am such a liar when I smile.

Son comes home to take solace in his mirror
(the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat)
Only to find he is no longer human

Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here
Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier

This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

A chandelier.




Not another breather.
The sirens must flock to a new destination.

Overall Meaning

The song "The Lisbon Girls Oh The Lisbon Girls" by Fear Before The March Of Flames is a beautiful yet dark song that explores feelings of emptiness, surrender, and the destructive power of faking it. The opening lines, "This empty chest, this hollow throbbing, this empty shell. Will help you sleep, and your name will come in time. For now, take a number", speaks directly to the idea of surrendering oneself to something that makes us feel empty, with the promise of a reward at some point in the future. The lines highlight the idea of being lost and feeling helpless and alone, a common theme throughout the entire song.


As the song progresses and the chorus kicks in, we are introduced to the idea of faking it. Fear Before The March Of Flames sings, "We are pretty when we are faking. I am such a liar when I smile." The lines speak directly to the idea of putting on a facade for others, of pretending to feel a certain way when in reality, we are anything but. The chorus is a reflection on the toxic and damaging effects of not being true to oneself and trying to please others.


Towards the end of the song, we hear the lines "Son comes home to take solace in his mirror (the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat). Only to find he is no longer human. Father, don't you cut the rope, I want to die here. Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier." These lines convey a sense of self-loathing and the ultimate realization that there is no escape from the emptiness and pain that one feels. The chandelier represents a final, desperate attempt to find solace, even if it is a false one.


Line by Line Meaning

This empty chest.
The feeling of emptiness inside their chest.


This hollow throbbing.
The hollow feeling accompanied by a throbbing pain.


This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
Feeling empty will enable you to sleep better.


And your name will come in time.
Your name will be called out when it is your turn.


For now take a number.
In the meantime, take a number and wait your turn.


This is a surrender skin
A state of surrender where skin is used as a metaphor.


This is hanging on
Holding on to something that is slipping away.


Sing the high notes, touch his hand.
Singing high notes while touching someone's hand in a desperate attempt to hold on.


This is giving up
Accepting defeat and giving up.


Faces on! Faces on!
Keep a straight face and put on a brave front.


We are pretty when we are faking.
We look attractive when we pretend to be okay, even when we are not.


I am such a liar when I smile.
I am lying when I appear happy with a smile.


Son comes home to take solace in his mirror
Returning home to seek comfort in a familiar place.


(the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat)
The marks left from a religious belief's physical expression are still visible.


Only to find he is no longer human
Realizing he has lost his humanity.


Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here
Requesting the father not to interfere when he decides to end his life.


Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier
Faintly seeing the surroundings, which include a chandelier.


A chandelier.
A hanging light fixture.


Not another breather.
No more time to breathe or take a break.


The sirens must flock to a new destination.
The emergency sirens need to go somewhere else now.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Cathory

"This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

This is a surrender skin
This is hanging on
Sing the high notes, touch his hand.
This is giving up
Faces on! Faces on!

We are pretty when we are faking.
I am such a liar when I smile.

Son comes home to take solace in his mirror
(the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat)
Only to find he is no longer human

Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here
Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier

This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

A chandelier.
Not another breather.
The sirens must flock to a new destination."



All comments from YouTube:

Ryan Martin

gotta be their best album they will ever come out with

Conspiracy Library

@Snickks i second art damage.

User Name

You might be right man. We’ll see.

Snickks

Art Damage was sick too!

Yari Vasquez

this album reminds me of good ol times. THANK YOU RISE RECORDS

Cathory

"This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

This is a surrender skin
This is hanging on
Sing the high notes, touch his hand.
This is giving up
Faces on! Faces on!

We are pretty when we are faking.
I am such a liar when I smile.

Son comes home to take solace in his mirror
(the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat)
Only to find he is no longer human

Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here
Open eyes, dimmer, a chandelier

This empty chest.
This hollow throbbing.
This empty shell. Will help you sleep.
And your name will come in time.
For now take a number.

A chandelier.
Not another breather.
The sirens must flock to a new destination."

Nectratoplixs

Before the march of flames will always be better than Fear Before

They're trying to weaponize it

This band reminds me a lot of a less heavier Usurp synapse. Or at least the screams vocals. Not gonna lie the bands first 2 albums are amazing.

Rodrigo Medeiros

YOOO THIS WAS POSTED ON MY BIRTHDAY IT'S MY FAVORITE SONG BY THEM

Rodrigo Medeiros

@J. Hastings i'm not gonna disagree tbh

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