Silhouette by Thrice

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal.

They lace me along,
Giving synapse of white lines.
Then chasing the dawn,
Story book syntax.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.

Your eyes, resting in flame, Leaven me breathless again.
Like hydrogen spread on fault lines.
Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Filling my lungs.
Testing my will.

You slit the throat, of I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette Lies.

You slit my throat.
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie.
So slit my throat.

This one of Thrice's heaviest songs, and I believe it's about temptation. In this case the "eyes" are temptation, and they "slit the throat" of everything known about what is right and wrong. In the moment, it seems like falling into temptation is the way to go, when it's actually not. Resisting it is so difficult that it can leave you "broken and bruised and bleeding"...not literally of course, but you understand my point. It just really can test your will...as this song Silhouette says. Awesome song from Artist in the Ambulance...check it out if you like heavier stuff...

YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yg3qg_R9GGE