Milk
Mothlite Lyrics


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Two hearts
Beating Inside
The sickness of suicide

And the blood spills
And the milk’s red
Some folded clothes in a space
Light streams falling
But that’s too long to wait
Life’s dreams falling
But that’s too long to wait

An animal
A murmur
A teardrop
Another

The last photograph I have of you





And the blood spills
And the milk’s red

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Milk" by Mothlite carry a painful and despairing theme. The words convey a sense of deep sadness and helplessness that engulfs a person when they come face to face with the possibility of suicide. The first two lines of the lyrics, "Two hearts, Beating Inside, The sickness of suicide" suggest that the struggle is not just with one's own thoughts and feelings, but also with the feelings of loved ones. There could be a sense of despair within the heart of an individual and one can see and feel every inch of it. The metaphor of "blood" and "milk" creates an image of a scene of horror where the whole world seems to be dissolving into one with no clear distinction between the good and the bad. The phrase "life’s dreams falling" serves as a stark reminder of how the darkness engulfs us and leaves us feeling helpless.


The lyrics also convey a sense of frustration. The image of "light streams falling but that's too long to wait" implies that the solutions are too far away and everything seems hopeless. The phrase "An animal, A murmur, A teardrop, Another" gives a sense of uncontrollable emotions and bewilderment in the face of death. The last two lines of the song, "The last photograph I have of you, And the blood spills, And the milk’s red" conveys a sense of bitter loss, regret and a deep sense of grief. The lines could be interpreted as a lament where the singer regrets not being able to save their loved one from the darkness.


Line by Line Meaning

Two hearts
Two souls intertwined


Beating Inside
Existing within


The sickness of suicide
The dark thoughts of death and taking one's own life


And the blood spills
Violence and pain


And the milk’s red
Life essence flowing


Some folded clothes in a space
Remnants of a life left behind


Light streams falling
Hopeful rays shining down


But that’s too long to wait
Time doesn't always heal


Life’s dreams falling
Hopes and aspirations dwindling


An animal
A beast within


A murmur
A quiet whisper


A teardrop
A symbol of sadness and grief


Another
More to come


The last photograph I have of you
The memory of a lost loved one lingers


And the blood spills
Violence and pain


And the milk’s red
Life essence flowing




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@seqouiaflame

Beautiful!!

@bank_ldn

So beautiful.

@sandwichesonmylegs

Great!

@PradePhil

G E N I A L ! ! ! !

@3run3r

Wren so cute. :)

@kurepchik

which one?

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