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Vanity Ruins Lyrics

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Like other millions
I'm nailed with questions to my cross
can someone please release my mind from thinking on and on
the worship of the violence holds a key to our great misunderstanding
here began the endless story of the lies
who never hears will never learn to bend himself before the power of the chance
the war with ignorance is no longer worth an effort
walk gingerly along the way of thousand dead ends where the dreams became the ashes and the ashes now are nothing but the dust

who cannot fly will never learn
set carefully your feet on the land where ice-cold angels are whispering curses to the earth
like other thousands I'm hanging desperate in my knot will somebody forgive me seeking fortune on my own
the mocking of the silence tied and chained us
with rotten heartstrings of the weak
who never asks will never fear to hide himself behind the beauty of the might
praise the greater ones for keeping us alive
praise the elder ones for poisoning the air
with the venom of complaining
praise stupidity like gift of heaven

with the sweetest bliss of ignorance you'll breath one minute longer
why is there no reason to keep on fighting?

Overall Meaning

In this song, "Wait," Vanity Ruins discusses a variety of topics related to the human experience. The author notes that they are not alone in their struggles and questions- there are "other millions" who feel the same way. They feel trapped by their own thoughts and seek release. The author implies that violence, and people's worship of it, is a source of misunderstanding and pain. They recognize that lies are pervasive and endless, and that without listening and learning, people cannot bend themselves before the power of chance.

Vanity Ruins also touches upon the struggle against ignorance and the vastness of the world- despite countless dead ends and shattered dreams, the author urges the listener to keep moving and learn to fly. They imply that even on the ground, there are dangers- ice-cold angels whisper curses to the earth, and thousands are "hanging desperate" in their knots. The mocking of the silence brings them only pain and isolation.

The author then examines the concept of power, fear, and beauty, noting that those who do not ask for power or keep trying to seize it may not fear hiding behind the beauty of the might. They praise the elder ones for keeping them alive and curse them for poisoning the air. Finally, they end with an interesting question- if there is no reason to continue fighting, then what should be done?

Line by Line Meaning

Like other millions
Similar to countless others

I'm nailed with questions to my cross
I'm burdened with numerous questions

can someone please release my mind from thinking on and on
Can someone free me from overthinking things

the worship of the violence holds a key to our great misunderstanding
Our significant misunderstanding stems from glorifying violence

here began the endless story of the lies
This is where the never-ending tale of falsehoods started

who never hears will never learn to bend himself before the power of the chance
Those who don't listen won't learn to adapt to life's unpredictability

the war with ignorance is no longer worth an effort
Fighting ignorance is no longer deemed worthwhile

walk gingerly along the way of thousand dead ends where the dreams became the ashes and the ashes now are nothing but the dust
Tread carefully on the path of countless failures where ambitions turned to ruins

who cannot fly will never learn
You can't learn to fly if you don't have the ability

set carefully your feet on the land where ice-cold angels are whispering curses to the earth
Be cautious on the land where malevolent spirits hold sway

like other thousands I'm hanging desperate in my knot will somebody forgive me seeking fortune on my own
Like many others, I'm stranded and asking for forgiveness for seeking success by myself

the mocking of the silence tied and chained us
The silence's taunting has shackled and constrained us

with rotten heartstrings of the weak
Fragile individuals are tied together with compromised emotions

who never asks will never fear to hide himself behind the beauty of the might
Those who don't question authority aren't afraid to hide behind its facade

praise the greater ones for keeping us alive
Celebrate the divine for sustaining our existence

praise the elder ones for poisoning the air
Honor the aged for polluting the environment

with the venom of complaining
With the poison of constant griping

praise stupidity like gift of heaven
Extol ignorance like it's a blessing

with the sweetest bliss of ignorance you'll breath one minute longer
You can enjoy momentary happiness by ignoring facts

why is there no reason to keep on fighting?
What's the point of continuing to struggle?

Contributed by Alyssa N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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