Bones
Kafka tamura Lyrics

Bones aren't light
Bones weigh heavy on us and remind us of our mortality.

The skin is thinner than the fight
Our exterior appearances are vulnerable and can be easily damaged, unlike our internal resolve.

The light is dimmer than we think
Our perceptions can be deceiving, and things may not be as bright as they seem.

Mud will cover us
One way or another, we will all return to the earth and become part of the cycle of life and death.

Blush can cover up the print
We can attempt to hide our imperfections and blemishes, both physical and emotional, with superficial gestures or makeup.

Bones are old
Bones are part of our ancient heritage and connect us to our ancestors.

And skin is thinner than your soul
While our surface-level appearance may be delicate, our inner strength and spirit are resilient and enduring.

But tongues they quiver like these frauds
People can be insincere and falter when speaking the truth, revealing their lack of authenticity and trustworthiness.

Sad cold winter's all they know
Some individuals can be emotionally detached and unmoved by the warmth and joys of life, leading to a bleak existence.

Bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight
We cling to our physical bodies and identity, afraid to let go and face the unknown afterlife.

Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires
Certain people can be silenced or censored when they express their opinions or spark controversy.

Bones will break
Our bodies are prone to injury and eventual decline.

Skin will shatter as we shake
Our sensitive exterior can be easily disturbed or harmed when subjected to stress or violence.

Eyes are never to mistake
Our perception can be more reliable than our other senses, but even that can be deceived.

Us for something that ends great
Despite our physical limitations and impermanence, we still strive to achieve greatness and leave a meaningful legacy.

It seems we're sick of being bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight
We may feel trapped in our physical form and desire more freedom or transcendence.

Us for something that ends
Our life will eventually run its course, but we can still make the most of the time we have.

It seems we're sick of being bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
We may feel trapped in a never-ending cycle of physical existence, longing for a way to break free.

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones
We are constantly connected to our physical selves and history, but may also feel limited and confined by it.

Wrapped around
Our physical form seems to be inextricably linked to our true essence and identity as human beings.