Pale
Moth Macabre Lyrics

I can't even remember how it started.
The singer has lost track of how their disturbing behavior began.

A nagging voice.
The source of the singer's impulses is a persistent inner voice.

My normal then departed from me.
The singer's usual self disappeared, leaving them behaving in unusual ways.

Primal urges spiriting my sense away,
The artist's animalistic instincts are overpowering their rationality.

Foggy glimpses of the boy I used to be.
Occasional moments of clarity remind the artist how far they've strayed from their past self.

Preyed upon by the lowest of society,
The singer feels victimized by those who they see as below them in social status.

They're parasitic,
The singer sees the people around them as draining their life and energy.

Demanding your conformity.
Others around the artist insist on compliance to norms and social expectations.

Pushing limits,
The artist is testing their own boundaries and limits of what they're capable of.

Things are gonna get real ugly.
The artist foreshadows violent, chaotic outcomes to come.

Ripping through the last shreds of my humanity.
The singer is shedding all remnants of normalcy and empathy in their actions.

I'm not but a shadow of what I was,
The artist acknowledges how much their behavior has changed them.

And I'm Hellbent and headed for you.
The singer has zeroed in on a specific target for their disturbing behavior.

Surely you've realized that there's no way out of this alive;
The singer believes their victim cannot escape death.

Close your eyes,
The singer expects their victim to accept their fate and give up the fight.

'Cause it's time for you to:
The artist is declaring their victim's time is up and their end is near.

Go To Sleep.
The artist is indicating their victim should die peacefully.

Climbing through your window pane,
The singer is sneaking into their victim's space with malevolent intent.

I'm creeping closer,
The singer is slowly but surely approaching their victim.

Can you hear me?
The artist is taunting their victim, daring them to try to stop them.

Go on, mock me, say I'm insane;
The artist expects ridicule and disbelief from their victim.

But it's you who's caught in my game.
The artist has trapped their victim in a twisted game with high stakes.

Cat and mouse,
The singer sees the chase between them and their victim as a game of predator and prey.

A lovely circle.
The artist takes pleasure in the cyclical nature of the hunt and its outcome.

Watch your tongue,
The singer warns their victim to be careful of what they say.

Those words are hurtful.
The singer is easily offended and takes verbal attacks personally.

Hush now, won't you stay awhile?
The singer expects their victim to submit and accept their captivity willingly.