Fading Vibes
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When we were little kids we tried to seven deadly sins in the attic every summertime.
As children, we experimented with rebellion by trying out the seven deadly sins in the attic during summers.

The wet felt smelling silent kind.
The atmosphere was quiet and damp, with the odor of the felt being present.

We'd play light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd press to my hips and we'd slip through the floor.
We played the game light as a feather, stiff as a board while physically close to each other, and it felt as if we were passing through the ground.

They grey, grey ghost is coming out of the bright white sheet that was wrapped about him.
A ghost-like figure emerges from a white sheet it was wrapped in, with a grey appearance.

The shade, shade, shade, could have been mistaken, but I swear that the sunlight was shooting straight through him.
Though it appeared dark, I could see the sunlight passing through the figure clearly.

Let's make a mess of this banquet while our bones are soaked in blood.
Let's enjoy and live life to the fullest, even if it's messy and chaotic, while we are still young and energetic.

When our skin and cells are bankrupt we'll be deposited in the dust.
One day, when we have grown old and frail, our bodies will deteriorate and turn to dust.

Try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple will not come again 'cause in time you will find rigor mortis sets in.
Stay flexible and open-minded while you can because as you grow old and stiff, it will become harder to adapt to new experiences.

I failed and I failed but my failures were passing, grew hair and a tail and was all the while asking, 'Does it stay like this?' and 'will it end like this?'
I failed multiple times in life, but those failures were temporary and taught me lessons. I was curious about whether this cycle of ups and downs was permanent or would eventually end.

I'm afraid that you're fading away, you're not coming in clear.
I'm worried that you're slowly drifting away from me, and I cannot understand your feelings.

I'm afraid that the games that we've played have turned desperate and dear.
I'm concerned that the playful activities we engaged in have become serious and costly to our relationship.

All that you cherish will perish. All that can punish will pass.
Everything that you hold dear and every negative experience you have will eventually come to an end.

I know you'll hit the ground running when you ditch the road at last.
I have faith that you will succeed when you break away from your current path and try something new.

The'rell be no red rose the day you die there'll be flies round your nose and rings round your eyes.
When you die, there will be no grand gestures or flowers. Your body will be surrounded by flies, and your eyes will be ringed with dark circles.

The clock ticks on we don't have a say, we let one hand wash the others dirt away.
Time marches on, and we have no control over it. We must take life as it comes and hope for the best.

We're doing way too much, we do it way too often. What used to be a crutch has become a coffin.
We are trying to do too much and too often, and what was once a coping mechanism for stress has turned into a destructive habit.

It's been good to be alive, but I've simply got to go. Someones on the other line and they're calling for my soul.
I have enjoyed life, but it's time for me to move on. Death is calling for me, and I must answer.