Life is but a dream
Rozz Williams Lyrics


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Broken trachea and the oxygen spirals out of control and far too soon
Sail the seas on empty ships, searching for treasure long lost in centuries of old, eclipsed
No gold can replace friends that turn to demons and decay before our wearied eyes
Yes, I am a prick – no disguising my demise, and I'd turn in less than a second to jab out those dark, accusing eyes, not even flinch to end the existence of flowers wilting in the garden
A dead bed of roses at your feet
Walk over the edge…
For game, I suppose
So close and yet so far
Away with simple atrocities that benefit only those who turn their backs on life's seasoned indulgences
Wilted time clock arrangements in unproclaimed disarray…
Ding dong, the bitch is dead along with the rest of those, oh, so familiar faces, traces of my distaste
For reason still linger
Don't point that arthritic finger at me, you unwholesome clod
I don't run in those clouded areas of green dread
Fierce jaundice and flaking skin, the flesh unwoven and brought to an all time low
This separation wasn't wanted, wasted, but necessity forced its hand…
Strangled, newborn tissue on fire
Burn filament outwits the dullard, two-bit, penny annie, gutter snipe
Ripe fruit hangs rotten in this garden of darkly, delighted spite
Trauma center, epi-center – do you feel the earth quake?
Time shivers and left over passion falters for a moment in the passive wind blowing over my sensitive skin – x out insects
Fate god dammit, I hate you
Everything you stand for, I abhor
Confusion sets in as the night returns in
Dark shadow of repute…




Yes, I am to blame for all that's gone wrong in third world abortions
Fuck you all, I'll hide it my way.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rozz Williams's Life Is but a Dream are emblematic of the nihilistic and existential themes that characterized his music. The song depicts a world of decay, where the pursuit of wealth and material goods is futile, and even close relationships can turn out to be illusions. The opening lines paint a picture of physical decay, with the singer's trachea broken and the oxygen spiraling out of control. The empty ships sailing the seas in search of lost treasure are a metaphor for the futility of materialism, and the realization that no amount of gold can replace the friendships that have been lost.


The song's middle section is a meditation on the singer's own flaws and the darkness that lurks within them. The singer recognizes that they are a "prick," and that they would not hesitate to harm others to get what they want. The dead bed of roses at the listener's feet is another metaphor for the futility of life, as even beautiful things eventually wither and die. The singer invites the listener to "walk over the edge," and suggests that their own demise may be the only escape from a life of pain and isolation.


Line by Line Meaning

Broken trachea and the oxygen spirals out of control and far too soon
The singer is experiencing a physical breakdown that is causing their breathing to become erratic and difficult to control.


Sail the seas on empty ships, searching for treasure long lost in centuries of old, eclipsed
The singer is searching for something valuable or meaningful, but it is an impossible task as the thing they're seeking is long gone and obscured by time.


No gold can replace friends that turn to demons and decay before our wearied eyes
The singer is lamenting the loss of friendships that have turned sour and become destructive, and that no amount of material wealth can replace them.


Yes, I am a prick – no disguising my demise, and I'd turn in less than a second to jab out those dark, accusing eyes, not even flinch to end the existence of flowers wilting in the garden
The artist admits to being difficult and unpleasant, and would not hesitate to harm those who accuse them of wrongdoing or are struggling in a helpless situation.


A dead bed of roses at your feet
The artist is implying that something once beautiful or desirable is now lifeless and decaying at the listener's feet.


Walk over the edge…
The singer is urging the listener to take a risk or make a daring move, perhaps suggestive of self-destruction.


For game, I suppose
The singer is engaging in something frivolous or dangerous for the sake of entertainment or diversion.


So close and yet so far
The artist is expressing frustration that something they desire or need is almost within reach, but remains just out of grasp.


Away with simple atrocities that benefit only those who turn their backs on life's seasoned indulgences
The artist is rejecting simple and cruel actions that only benefit those who have given up on enjoying life to its fullest potential.


Wilted time clock arrangements in unproclaimed disarray…
The artist is describing something once orderly and on schedule that has since fallen apart and decreased in value or meaning.


Ding dong, the bitch is dead along with the rest of those, oh, so familiar faces, traces of my distaste
The singer is expressing satisfaction that someone they dislike or disrespect has died, along with other people they were familiar with but felt animosity towards.


For reason still linger
Despite their emotions, the artist is acknowledging that there may be a logical reason for why events have unfolded.


Don't point that arthritic finger at me, you unwholesome clod
The singer is angry and defensive in response to someone else's accusations or blame.


I don't run in those clouded areas of green dread
The singer is dismissing a place or situation that is unknown or frightening to them.


Fierce jaundice and flaking skin, the flesh unwoven and brought to an all time low
The singer is describing a physical or emotional state of illness or decay that is at its worst.


This separation wasn't wanted, wasted, but necessity forced its hand…
The artist is lamenting a separation or breakup that was not what they wanted, but that they felt was necessary.


Strangled, newborn tissue on fire
The artist is describing a violent or gruesome image of something new or innocent, being destroyed or consumed by flames.


Burn filament outwits the dullard, two-bit, penny annie, gutter snipe
The singer is mocking someone who is unintelligent or less sophisticated than they are.


Ripe fruit hangs rotten in this garden of darkly, delighted spite
The singer is describing something once desirable or enjoyable that has since become corrupted and unpleasant.


Trauma center, epi-center – do you feel the earth quake?
The artist is suggesting that something traumatic, perhaps even catastrophic, is happening or about to happen.


Time shivers and left over passion falters for a moment in the passive wind blowing over my sensitive skin – x out insects
The artist is describing a fleeting moment of emotion or desire that has been interrupted by something distracting or repellent, and urges anyone listening to disregard such distractions.


Fate god dammit, I hate you
The artist is frustrated and angry at the idea that their life is predetermined or outside of their control.


Everything you stand for, I abhor
The singer is rejecting the idea that fate or destiny has anything to do with their life, and hates the idea that they are not in control.


Confusion sets in as the night returns in
The artist is becoming disoriented or uncertain as the sun sets and darkness descends.


Dark shadow of repute…
The singer is describing someone or something with a negative reputation or image.


Yes, I am to blame for all that's gone wrong in third world abortions
The singer is admitting to being responsible for something terrible or tragic, and placing the blame entirely on themselves.


Fuck you all, I'll hide it my way.
The singer is rebelling against anyone who might try to tell them how to live their life, and asserting their right to handle things in their own way.




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