Nothing Is Truly Dead Until Forgotten
Kerbera Lyrics
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Hour begun,
But who′s there?
They tried to call for hours now
Lost kind of time,
Some long time ago.
What's a response to what they want?
Would it be worse to just give on?
So I'll just be laying here,
With the ringing in my ears.
Nothing's dead, until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing′s dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing′s dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Knocking on my chest,
Would open not.
What′s that?
To believe my heart is there,
Confirm my greatest fear.
That what's laying in it′s place,
Some man who wears my face.
I don't really wanna know,
Better to try and get some rest.
The knocking on my chest.
Nothing′s dead, until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Nothing′s dead until you forget it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
So the knocking continues.
And they reach through the soil,
Buried among the ringing bells,
In the shade of gargoyles.
The opening lyrics of Kerbera's song "Nothing Is Truly Dead Until Forgotten" paint a picture of confusion and disorientation. The singer is experiencing a ringing in their ears and is uncertain about who is trying to contact them. They feel as though they are lost in time, disconnected from the present moment. The singer is struggling to find the appropriate response to the situation, wondering if it would be better to simply give up. However, they are ultimately uncomfortable with silence and choose to stay in the midst of the noise, attempting to process their feelings.
The refrain of the song repeats the phrase "Nothing is truly dead until forgotten." This suggests that the singer is grappling with some kind of loss or grief, and is attempting to come to terms with the idea that memories and experiences are always with us, even if they are no longer present in the physical world. The chorus is a powerful reminder that we have the ability to keep things alive within us, as long as we remember them.
As the song progresses, the imagery becomes more visceral, with the singer imagining a stranger wearing their own face and feeling a knocking in their chest. The knocking is a symbol of a beating heart, which can represent both life and death depending on the context. It's possible that the knocking is a reminder of mortality, or of the inevitability of change. The song ends with the image of someone reaching through the soil amidst ringing bells and gargoyles. This final image could represent rebirth or renewal, or simply the idea that memories and experiences are always with us, even as we move through different stages of our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
The ringing in my ears,
I hear a persistent noise that seems to be audible only to me.
Hour begun,
The time has just begun.
But who's there?
I wonder who or what is responsible for the noise I'm hearing.
They tried to call for hours now
Someone has been trying to get my attention for a long time.
Lost kind of time,
I feel like time has slipped away from me without me realizing it.
Some long time ago.
A significant amount of time has passed since I last paid attention to what's going on around me.
What's a response to what they want?
I'm not sure how to react to the person or thing that's trying to get my attention.
Would it be worse to just give on?
I'm not sure if it would be better to ignore the noise or try to do something about it.
I'm not comfortable with silence,
I prefer to have some kind of noise or distraction rather than sit in total silence.
So I'll just be laying here,
I'm not going to try to do anything about the noise; I'll just stay where I am.
With the ringing in my ears.
I'll have to put up with the noise for the time being.
Nothing's dead, until you forget it.
Something isn't truly gone until you completely forget about it.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Something doesn't truly cease to exist until it's completely forgotten.
Knocking on my chest,
I feel like there's a rhythmic pounding inside my chest.
Would open not.
I can't seem to will the source of the pounding to stop or reveal itself.
What's that?
I'm trying to identify the source of the pounding, which is making me uneasy.
To believe my heart is there,
I want to believe that what's causing the pounding is my own heart, but I'm not sure.
Confirm my greatest fear.
If I find out that the cause of the pounding is something else, it will confirm my worst fear.
That what's laying in its place,
If my heart isn't what's causing the pounding, then something else must be there in its place.
Some man who wears my face.
I fear that someone or something else is inhabiting my body and causing the pounding.
I don't really wanna know,
I'm afraid to find out what's causing the pounding, so I'd rather not investigate.
Better to try and get some rest.
It's better for me to try to relax and sleep than worry about the pounding.
The knocking on my chest.
The pounding in my chest continues to bother me.
So the knocking continues.
The rhythmic pounding in my chest persists.
And they reach through the soil,
I feel as though the source of the noise is coming from something that's buried underground.
Buried among the ringing bells,
The noise seems to be originating from a place where there are many bells ringing.
In the shade of gargoyles.
The source of the noise is probably located near some gargoyles.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Something remains present until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Something doesn't truly cease to exist until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Something remains present until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Something doesn't truly cease to exist until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Something remains present until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Something doesn't truly cease to exist until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing's dead until you forget it.
Something remains present until it's completely forgotten.
Nothing is truly dead until forgotten.
Something doesn't truly cease to exist until it's completely forgotten.
Writer(s): freddy hale, seike, zave demonte
Contributed by Charlie W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.