Allflaws - Acid Face [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Smoke filled consciousness, dust filled lungs
Smoldering fibers laced in thick black tar
Gaunt and emaciated with a feted smile
Glistening eyes traveling for miles and miles
Self aware, detailed stare, look around paranoid glare
Etchings in the skin of places we've all been
Deep and layered, textured flesh
Every face has a trace, a twisted map to a hidden place
It's so easy to feel uneasy, the unfamiliar making nerves quiver
Accentuated features, cartoon creatures
So heavily distorted don't know what the truth is
Need to stay on the level
Don't want to be taken by the demon mind, the demon side
Don't go there, don't go there, ringing out, the chorus of doubt
Shaking the walls of the cerebellum as tinnitus plays his organ
It's the divided spirit the fractured self
Broken up and scattered into the realms of ambiguity
You're high but twisted not high as in lifted
How can you rest with a head full of flees
Scratching your thoughts until they bleed
Moving from the boroughs of sanity into the center of psychosis
This is the city of paranoid neurosis
Sirens, danger, hostile strangers, roaming the streets of your psyche
The ones who normally feel close are now wearing black satanic clothes
So sinister in their pose and striking in their fear
They look strangely unfamiliar and austere
As you sit there with a feted mouth full of witches hair
So rigid in the numbness as the roaches crawl between the cracks of your consciousness
Nestling, multiplying, feeding off your weakness, breeding from your neurosis
Aaargh, what am I saying, what am I feeling
I can feel my reasoning, weakening and withering in the dusty haze of obscurity
Feeling aloof in a land of giants, feeling so small I can only be quite
I'm one in a million, billion, zillion lost souls all falling into the same cryptic hole
Drowning in the potion, saturated in the chemical confusion
Sinking into the toxic gravy, full of rotten bones, perished souls and lost minds
Remove me from this but I know it's too late, it's too late
Because none of the voices in my head want to relate
Clarity is swamped in a head full of puss
Meaning is lost in the septic slush
One conversation with a multiple of understandings
One ambiguous speech gets twisted by each and every one
It's the schizophrenic rap song as the babbling maniac talks on and on
A niggly twitch, mental itch, scratch it away, scratch it away
It's the schizophrenic rap song as the babbling maniac talks on and on

Gotta grin and bare it Because now I wear my acid face