Adamant Caveat - Grace [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[DEEP VOICE]
If you slow it down you'll see the grace

If you slow it down you'll see the grace
It may be a collapse, but maintain
Maintain presence and posture
Nurture and foster
Don't consider the cost of the time it takes to proctor
And gambled money that's got to be lost or
The reputation that takes you off of the roster
There's this bullet proof vest of investments that ended up leaving some organs exposed to the shots that you banked on being blank ones
Now the splotches of blood next to numbered remains is your rank
Done
And you're rank, not to mention. Like Stank
Ya, ya
You got a tie. You got a nice suit
"oh my"
"ooh"
Those cufflinks match so right, too
And the shoes to boot
All it's missing now is you, you stain
Your worth is the stink that you emanate from you remains
Don't forget to remember your memories if you're going down that lane
But most importantly; maintain
..from up on that latter
Snakes on a plane to snakes in the valley
Ten pin alley
Does all that matter?
Well, yes when you're the tenth pin
Sit back and let that set in, as you and your fellow pieces are set up again
You helped complete a playing field
You were a blade of grass so green
You had artificial worth, and now it's artificial turf
In the warmly welcomed machine.
Might as well have been a dream or something that just disappeared at sea
You see?
Well I see:
A tattered flag at half mast, in dust, but not in trust
A stone is cast
End dust
Then nothing
Now blood splatter on a businessman's shoes
Drips fall
There's definitely black, and there's a brick wall
There might be a little girl getting chased by sick dogs, and then she gets mauled!
..or maybe not
There's definitely flying concrete rubble, all in a scuffle with the rising, writhing ashes trying to get a suckle of the sparse sunlight amongst the dark between all the people and the places torn apart
Sorry if this resembles an accident without your seatbelt clicked in, but if you slow it down you'll see the grace that slips in
It's true, it didn't pick you, this doom. You picked it, and you made sure, without error, that'd you'd forget
So when the terror and the shrapnel asks if you need a lift, you don't remember shit
So you split
And that's it