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Waste of Time
Godkiller Lyrics
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Condemned to live in a world of disaster
Condemned to contemplate our won disaster
Blessed are the poor in spirit
Blessed are the sick
Blessed are the starving
Blessed I am not
But cursed from birth...
...and for eternity
Like ridiculous puppets we are running after
time
But time slips away
Inexorably
Relentlessly
We will all die
Just slipping away
As if we had never come to life
Just fading away
All of us
In the opening line "Ignorance is a gift that no-one should lose," Godkiller is making a statement about the value of ignorance. Ignorance often gets a bad wrap because it is associated with lack of knowledge and sometimes even stupidity. However, the band is suggesting that sometimes being ignorant of the world's problems can make life easier. If we don't know about all the awful things happening in the world, we don't have to worry about them. In that sense, ignorance is a gift because it allows us to focus on the positive and live our lives without being weighed down by the negativity in the world.
The rest of the lyrics paint a bleak picture of the world. The band suggests that we are all living in a world of disaster and that we are all condemned to suffer. The only people who are blessed in this world are the poor, the sick, the starving and the merciful. But the singer of the song is not blessed, they are cursed from birth and for eternity. The imagery of ridiculous puppets running after time is particularly poignant. It highlights the fact that we are all chasing after something that we will never catch. No matter what we achieve in our lives, we will all die in the end.
The final lines of the song are particularly haunting. Godkiller suggests that we will all just fade away as if we had never come to life. This is a powerful image because it suggests that no matter what we do in our lives, in the grand scheme of things, our lives are insignificant.
Line by Line Meaning
Ignorance is a gift that no-one should lose...
Not knowing the harsh reality of our doomed existence is a mercy that should not be taken for granted
Condemned to live in a world of disaster
Forced to exist in a place where everything seems to be always going wrong
Condemned to contemplate our won disaster
Not only do we suffer from the chaos around us, but we also have to think about how we brought it on ourselves
Blessed are the poor in spirit
Those who do not worry themselves with the existential dread of reality are fortunate
Blessed are the sick
Those who suffer from illness are seen as blessed due to their inevitable demise being that much closer
Blessed are the starving
Those who go without the basic necessities of life are actually lucky, as it won't be long before they are free from their misery
Blessed are the merciful
To have compassion for others in this doomed existence only adds to the sorrow of knowing how pointless it all is
Blessed I am not
The artist knows they are not fortunate enough to be ignorant, unwell, starving or compassionate enough to find solace in this world
But cursed from birth...
The artist was born with the knowledge of the desperation that envelops us all
...and for eternity
This knowledge will never leave the artist, even after they die
Like ridiculous puppets we are running after
time
We are all controlled by the ever-passing seconds of our lives, with no control over how quickly or slowly it moves
But time slips away
In the end, no matter what we do or try, time moves inexorably forward, bringing us closer to our own demise
Inexorably
Nothing could stop the passage of time
Relentlessly
It doesn't take a break or show mercy towards anyone
We will all die
None of us are exempt from the curse of mortality
Just slipping away
Our exit from this existence will be as quiet and unimportant as our entrance into it
As if we had never come to life
We will be forgotten, to the universe our brief moment of consciousness meant nothing
Just fading away
Our legacy nonexistent, a memory that slowly vanishes with time
All of us
Every man, woman, and child in this doomed existence will inevitably share the same fate
Contributed by Aria K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@mnlane1312
no one ever puts Following the Funeral Path on youtube its such a killer song
@gratteloupfurfeather2509
+Matt Lane ..And the best songs are deleted from the play list