...A Psychotic Waltz
Psychotic Waltz Lyrics


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Sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me
And if life's worth it's living at all
Sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
And they say that I'm living it wrong
As the days pass by
I watch as the net closes in
As they circle around in my head
Turning and winding
In circles, in circles they spin
Never ending beginning the end
Look now sweet child
Deep into my room
The door is open and the air is warm
Close your eyes
Feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs
Sometimes it would feels so right
If the angels called me to the sky
Sometimes it feels good just to be alive
Though our paths are blind
I can see a lightened end on mind
Still now I search
For the spirit that torments my soul
As the priest shields his face from the wind
Looking at lost life and darkness
My eyes shall not see
Makes me laugh when he calls it all sin
You're all slaves of the priest
And you'll just sing it over
And over, and over, and over




And over, and over, and over
And over

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "A Psychotic Waltz" by Psychotic Waltz delve into themes of self-reflection, questioning one's existence and purpose in life, and the challenges that come with personal growth. The opening stanza sets the tone with a sense of uncertainty and doubt, questioning whether life is truly worth living. The second stanza takes a more assertive tone, with the singer challenging those who claim to have life figured out, and acknowledging that their own path may at times seem unclear.


As the song progresses, the lyrics paint vivid imagery of internal struggle, with the singer feeling trapped and surrounded by their own thoughts. The imagery of a net closing in and circling around in their head conveys a sense of claustrophobia and the feeling of being trapped in one's own mind. However, the song also touches on moments of beauty and inspiration, with the line "Sometimes it feels good just to be alive" offering a sense of hope amidst the darkness.


Overall, the song captures a sense of the human experience - the struggle to find purpose and meaning in our lives, and the moments of beauty and light that can emerge even in the darkest times.


Line by Line Meaning

Sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me
At times, I ponder about my future and fate


And if life's worth it's living at all
Whether existence is meaningful or not


Sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
Occasionally, I find it amusing when people believe they have life figured out


And they say that I'm living it wrong
And proceed to point out that I'm not doing it right


As the days pass by
With the passage of time


I watch as the net closes in
I observe the trap tightening around me


As they circle around in my head
As my thoughts revolve in my mind


Turning and winding
Twisting and spiraling


In circles, in circles they spin
In repetitive and circular motion


Never ending beginning the end
An unending start to the finish


Look now sweet child
Behold, young one


Deep into my room
Into the depths of my sanctuary


The door is open and the air is warm
The gateway is ajar, and the atmosphere is welcoming


Close your eyes
Seal your eyelids shut


Feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs
Experience the comforting harmony of exhalations


Sometimes it would feels so right
On occasion, it seems like the ideal thing to do


If the angels called me to the sky
If celestial beings summoned me to the heavens


Sometimes it feels good just to be alive
At times, mere survival is satisfying


Though our paths are blind
Even though our directions are uncertain


I can see a lightened end on mind
I perceive a bright conclusion in my thoughts


Still now I search
Nevertheless, I quest


For the spirit that torments my soul
For the entity that afflicts my essence


As the priest shields his face from the wind
While the cleric shelters his face from the breeze


Looking at lost life and darkness
Observing lives gone astray and obscurity


My eyes shall not see
My vision shall not witness


Makes me laugh when he calls it all sin
It amuses me that he dubs everything as immoral


You're all slaves of the priest
You're all subservient to the clergyman


And you'll just sing it over
And you'll endlessly repeat it


And over, and over, and over
Again and again and again


And over, and over, and over
And over and over and over again




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