Letra de Rebirth Of The Self

I woke up in the abyss I dug for myself In the ruins of the man I once was I carried the weight of the choices I made Existence screams, there are no roots I was condemned to be free, a curse Without essence, without God, without direction In the silence of chaos I heard my voice There is no way out, there is only what I do now I wasn't born with a destiny etched in stone I am what I choose, what I have created Anguish is the price of being conscious Of carrying the self within the mind This is the diary of the being who died To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit Sartre said, you are your choice I choose to be reborn, even if it hurts I saw the other define me, erase me As if I were an object to be used Hell is other people, I've read that before But the greatest hell lies in the moments I spent denying myself, betraying myself While my true self was fading away So I shattered the mirror that lied to me And faced the void that defined me I wasn't born with a destiny etched in stone I am what I choose, what I have created Anguish is the price of being conscious Of carrying my being within my mind This is the diary of the being who died To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit Sartre said, you are your choice I choose to be reborn, even if it hurts There is no essence before existence There is no God to save your conscience You are what you do! Not what you dream! Freedom condemns! And also crown! And I'm not the only one carrying this burden Every breathing being has been on this side Of the darkness that precedes the choice To remain ash or become embers We are free castaways in the same sea Without a ready compass, we must create Rebirth does not come from the sky It comes from the man who decides to be more than what he was This is the diary of the being who died To be reborn from the ashtray he himself lit Sartre said, you are your choice I chose to be reborn Even if it hurts Being is not given Being is earned Some details I worked on intentionally Condemned to be free a direct reference to sartre, but within a visceral context Hell is other people a famous quote from no exit, embedded in the verse Existence precedes essence appears fragmented in the bridge and in verse 3 The bridge was designed to be the moment when the drums open everything up That breakdown that wakes you up The other ending is the space for you to do something different with the drums Break it up, slow it down, create tension