Fire Walk with Me
Harakiri for the Sky Lyrics

How can we forgive ourselves?
Reflecting on our actions, how can we possibly find the courage to forgive ourselves?

For what we have become?
What we have allowed ourselves to become haunts us, creating a sense of guilt.

How should we bear this burden?
The weight of our past consumes us, but we must bear its burden.

Displace the things we've done?
Can we really undo the actions we've committed or are we dying to simply forget them?

I loved you so fucking much
The love was intense, all-consuming, but now it's decaying within.

It nearly lasted a lifetime
The love was so powerful it felt like it would never end.

Fuck! I scratched my heart out
The heartbreak felt like a physical pain, the heart felt irreparably damaged.

Just to watch it bleed
Dramatically, one wants to see the heart bleed, to give a visual representation of what pain actually looks like.

I wish I was kerosene
Metaphorically, one wishes to become kerosene and ignite, to burn everything down and start anew, fan the flames of change.

Just to set myself on fire
To feel alive in the flames, to leave the past behind, and to reach somewhere better.

I'd burn all we've edified
Willingness to destroy everything including relationships or life-building decisions if it means a fresh start and closure.

Plain to set your world on fire
Seeking revenge by causing chaos to someone else's world, to have them feel the pain and suffering experienced.

Just to feed the flames
Addiction to the feeling of burning, unable to move on, living in the aftermath, daydreaming of a life-altering fire.

And a bottle of whiskey later
Using alcohol as a coping mechanism to forget and reduce the pain of a past relationship.

I can still recall the shape of your face
Even in a drunken state, memories of the past still make their way to the forefront of one's mind.

While I forgot my way home
The pain of the past seems to take precedence, occupying thoughts and memories.

While I forgot my own fucking name
Being so caught up in the past causes one to forget their own individual identity.

Who even calls this place home?
Wondering why the place they live is even called 'home'; questioning whether it's only a place of pain and suffering.

In the best case it's a grave with a view
Referring to the fact that even in the best-case scenario, death is inevitable, and if one lives long enough, they will be buried alive.

I was never really here
Feeling disconnected from their life and present, feeling as if their existence has no purpose or sense of belonging.

But the streets still seem to know my name
The memories of the past still exist in the places visited, creating a haunting sense of loneliness and regret.

Stay!
Wanting to hold on to the clichéd concept of love, of holding on to something that is not meant to be.

Never mind the emptiness!
Ignoring the fact that even while chasing love or seeking closure, the emptiness inside will remain.

Leave!
Giving up, accepting acceptance and acknowledging that some things in life simply cannot be fixed.

Fire walks with me!
The image of a burning fire within representing identity and passion, serving as a motivating factor to keep writing and creating music.

You kept a lot of secrets
The realization that the other person in the relationship withheld information; unnecessary information that could have helped during trying times.

And I kept none
Acknowledging that they revealed their deepest emotions and secrets freely, leaving nothing hidden.

I wish I could go back
Looking back, the artist wishes to go back and fix their mistakes, to mend their broken heart and find the closure they so desperately missed.

And keep some
Realizing that some revelations might have been better left hidden while wishing to hold onto some semblance of control.

I usually keep my sadness
Keeping one's emotions and sadness to oneself, hiding them deep within, hoping to avoid causing discomfort to others.

Pent up deep inside
Keeping the pent up emotions inside oneself creates a more significant emotional burden, preventing emotional growth.

Where it can fester quietly
Memorizing and nurturing hidden negative thoughts contributes to one's mental well-being.

To become mental illness
As the negative thoughts continue to grow and fester, it can have significant long-term consequences, culminating in mental illness.

You were so fucking afraid
The partner was terrified of hurting or being hurt, leading to their reluctance to reveal their true feelings or emotions throughout the relationship.

You might be living a lie
The other in a relationship fears that they might be leading a wrong, understated life, causing feelings of guilt and paranoia.

Oh, poor you
A mocked and sarcastic expression, meant to display the artist's unwillingness to tolerate or accept illogical thinking by the other party.

I may have lived like twenty
Despite the partner's emotional state, the singer seems to live freely and without concern, almost implying that they don't share the same emotional vulnerability.

This will never be about life
Despite life's delights, it doesn't always provide a positive resolution to love and death's ongoing complexities.

Always about love and death
The human experience always guides our lives in seemingly two contrasting spectrums; love and death, pondering what and whom we hold near and dear while we're alive.

These are the only things
The two forces that often occupy the artist's mind consistently, causing the incessant need to write songs and share their art with the world.

That make me write
The song is an extension of the artist, serving as a therapeutic avenue to express the complex emotions within.

The things that let me bleed
The lyrics and composition that allow the artist to bleed the hurt out and convey their story emotionality and musically.

That let me starve
Creating and sharing music with the world, serving as a metaphorical beacon of hope, guiding some by nourishing their minds and souls like food.

The soil below me whispers my name and suggests
Nature's way of calling the artist back to the eternal embrace, guiding them back to the eternal source of life.

You are done here, come home now
Death implies the conclusion of man's journey; return to the eternal source from whence we came.

Face the triangle of growth, decline and decay
Life is cyclical, with growth, decline, and decay being essential components, a reminder of life's continuous nature.

Cause the harder you struggle
The harder one struggles to live, to hold on to life, the more it can feel like a noose, appropriately tying us down till we plead.

The tighter the noose!
As the metaphorical noose tightens, there seems to be no escape, and the end seems inevitable.