Dead Heart Confession
White Ward Lyrics

I always see the face of death
The singer is constantly reminded of the presence of death.

Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place
Death is pervasive and all-encompassing in the singer's world.

I always fill the emptiness
The singer finds meaning in the aftermath of death.

That's left when someone dies in agony
The artist specifically seeks out the aftermath of violent and painful deaths.

I feel no pain — my heart is cold
The artist has become desensitized to the horrors they witness.

The everlasting flame is dead
The singer has lost any sense of hope or comfort in their life.

But I believe that you can save me
The singer holds onto the hope that someone or something can bring them out of their apathy and despair.

Save me and then forsake me
The artist presents a paradoxical desire to be both saved from their current state, but also abandoned once they have been pulled from it.

Bury your god, bury your blood
The artist asserts a rejection of religious beliefs and violent impulses.

Bury your soul, bury yourself
The artist implies that the only path to redemption is through complete self-annihilation.

I always face the worst of plagues
The singer is constantly exposed to the most negative aspects of humanity.

My life is like a TV screen
The artist's life feels unreal and distant, like watching a television.

The prime time is fulfilled with filth
The most prominent and visible aspects of life are vulgar and unpleasant.

So is the rest broadcast
The unpleasant aspects of life are not limited to specific events or circumstances, but pervasive throughout.

And even when I sleep
The singer cannot escape the horrors of the world even in their dreams.

I see these hideous crimes
The artist's innermost fears are reflected in their subconscious.

They never make me calm
The artist is never able to find comfort or solace in their thoughts or dreams.

I feel like mesmerized
The singer is paralyzed, unable to escape the cycle of fear and despair.

No longer I believe that all my past was bright
The singer has lost any sense that their past had any positivity or hope.

So is the vision of the present
The artist sees no way out of their current reality.

I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess
The artist acknowledges that they need to be honest with themselves and others about their struggles.

The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure
The artist feels a sense of morbid fascination or even enjoyment in the disturbing things they have witnessed.

To feel the pleasure caused by death
The singer is drawn to the sense of finality and control that death represents.

There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze
The artist implies that the act of witnessing death is enough to satisfy their urges, without needing to actually harm anyone.

I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made
The singer recognizes that their fixation with death and violence has become all-consuming, and it has distorted their perception of the world.

Forsake me
The singer repeats their earlier plea to be both saved and abandoned, highlighting their internal conflict and turmoil.