My Epitaph
Summoner Lyrics

Waiting for a sign to turn on the light
I am searching for a direction, a spark of inspiration or motivation to guide me towards the right path

Like vanishing silhouettes dancing
The experiences and memories that slip away are like shadows, forever departing and never truly tangible

Hanging by a rope the childhood hope
The innocence and optimism I had as a child are now fleeting and barely holding on, but they still cling to me like a noose

Like people separate avoided by dreams
We distance ourselves from others, both literally and figuratively, as we retreat into our own subconscious imaginings

What a nonsense life refrain to dare spent mind asleep
Life seems absurd at times, with its repetitive and restrictive patterns that lull us into a stupor of complacency and inaction

Polluted is the air like an infection
The environment around us has been contaminated, and the toxic atmosphere is spreading its influence like a disease

Weakness seeds are scattered everywhere
The seeds of our own weakness and vulnerability have taken root within us and spread throughout our lives

Poisoned is my air
The air I breathe is no longer pure and refreshing, but instead is tainted and harmful

Look misery saddled on lies
Misery has become a burden, saddled to us like a heavy weight, while deceit and falsehoods only exacerbate our despair

Written in these bloodshot eyes
The pain and exhaustion we feel is evident in our eyes, bloodshot from the tears and strain we endure

There's something
There is an intangible sense of something more to life, a feeling that permeates through the darkness and uncertainty

Slapping unfleshed human faces
Life can be harsh and cruel, slapping us with its unforgiving realities and treating us with less than human decency

Skull and crossbones painted
Death and danger are ever-present, painted in the form of a skull and crossbones as a warning of our mortality

As human portrait
Despite our many flaws and weaknesses, we are still human, and our portrait is a reflection of both our beauty and imperfections

World cut in extremes
The world is marked by extremes, with intense polarities between good and evil, love and hate, light and dark

The gravestone embraces me
The inevitability of death is inescapable, and I am already being embraced by my eventual fate

You remember my dreams
Even as I fade into history, my dreams and aspirations will still be remembered and cherished

This s my memory this is my epitaph
The memories I leave behind will be my lasting legacy, etched forever as my personal epitaph

Life it's shorter, things come and go
Life is finite, and we must make the most of the time we have before everything we know fades away

Let me live on my dreamed wings
I hope to soar through life with the freedom and joy of my dreams and aspirations

Smell of glory will clean up my sin
The sweet fragrance of success and accomplishment will lift me up and atone for my past mistakes and misdeeds

This is me
This is who I am, and I will not be stopped or defined by anyone else's expectations or judgments

I'll survive in my cradle dream
I will persevere and thrive in the comfort and security of my own personal dream world

Let me lie in my cradle dream
I yearn for the peace and tranquility of an idyllic dream world, where life is simple and free from the harsh realities of the real world

Rose flavour to sustain my dreams
I seek the sweet aroma and taste of roses to keep my dreams alive and intact, even in the face of adversity and hardship

Look outside streaming is the sky
The sky is a source of beauty and wonder, streaming with vibrant colors and patterns that inspire us with their majesty

So cloudy that could explode in a meanwhile
The sky may seem peaceful and serene, but there is still the potential for a sudden explosion of emotion or chaos

In private we tell one another
When we are alone and vulnerable, we often share our deepest secrets and fears with those we trust

Life is so short there's no one running on more
Our time on earth is brief and fleeting, and there is no one who will outlast the passage of time

Things are running over we can't go on
Life moves forward swiftly and relentlessly, with events and circumstances beyond our control overtaking us and leaving us too exhausted to continue on

In a clangour of thunder waking up the dawn
The world can be tumultuous and chaotic, with sudden bursts of noise and energy that jar us awake and alert us to the unpredictability of life

Rain is complaining with forgotten heaven
The rain is a reminder of neglected and forgotten aspects of the world and our lives, and its falling droplets can feel like an anguished protest against our neglect

Sorry to live we lay down for all
We often apologize for being alive, feeling like we are burdening others with our presence and existence

As poisoned relics of inhuman look
We can feel like damaged and contaminated artifacts of the world, bearing a harsh and unnatural appearance devoid of humanity

We are streaming rolling in these broken off ways
We feel adrift in life, rolling with the constantly shifting currents of existence and buffeted by the broken fragments and debris of the world

Lost in the mess of time
We can feel hopelessly lost and entangled in the chaos and confusion of time, unable to navigate our way through its maze-like structure

Waiting stars bright now are crying
Even the stars, shining bright in the sky, can feel the weight and sorrow of the world, and weep in silent response

Left on my way another sign
As I journey through life, I seek out signs and portents that will guide me towards the right path and purpose

Call me to realize
I hope to be called forth by a higher purpose or meaning, and to finally realize my true potential and destiny