About the gradually degradation of a given thing by incremental assault.
lyrics
15. DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
Wearing down, bit by bit you slowly chip away.
Wearing down, bit by bit you loose identity.
A painful war of attrition, you slowly chip away.
Gradually pushed to the edge, step back then pushed again, deconstruct identity.
Chip away at the foundations you stand upon, slow death not obvious to see.
You can take one cut at a time but they all add up, will you find peace in what will be.
The life slowly draining out a dying husk, whimpering its last breath.
A mercy killing from the endless pain endured, how could you now escape death?
A torturous decent,
AS YOU HEAR THE LAST BREATH
WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH WHAT’S LEFT
As you hear the last breath.
What will you do with what’s left?
An excruciating fatal sight to behold.
Witness and lament it’s death.