martedì 12 settembre 2023

Dressing My Demise




I've always known the place

Where I can be accepted by someone

Maybe if I cut away

The unspoken guilt of being myself

I'll find relief among the dead


Get shot of myself

Dressing my demise

We'll get along fine

In the eternal night


I strip myself of my being

To be like all other dead

Exiled from my own life

Goodbye cruel mankind

We'll never meet again

I hope you'll die in pain

I know you always wanted me to end this way


Get shot of myself

Dressing my demise

We'll get along fine

In the eternal night


And when the sky will close its shining eyes

We'll stand still united as one

We'll stand still united as one

We'll stand still united as one

We'll stand still united as one

We'll stand still united as one


Here the link of the song:

(1) Dressing My Demise - YouTube





Ssiv's comments on Dressing My Demise

Toby witnesses the suicide of a stranger on
 the cover of Dressing My Demise


Dressing My Demise is a song about the suicide of the album's protagonist. Toby feels rejected by others, his diversity is not understood and accepted. Loneliness, shame, anger and self-loathing drive him therefore, finally, to take his own life, in the hope of being able to be equal to others at least in death .  It is never made clear, but Toby decides to slit his wrists ('I cut away the unspoken guilt').

Toby dies hating himself and others, whom he considers guilty of the suicide he is about to commit. He believes that all the malice and contempt of others towards him was intended to lead him to kill himself. 

The song, therefore, addresses the theme of the consequences of the 'invisible aggressions', psychological and emotional, that man enacts against his fellow man, as a form of sublimation of direct murder.

Toby kills himself leaving a prophecy to mankind: men will only be truly united when they are all dead.


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