AMS - Slow Down [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: AMS]

I'm asking you to…step back and breathe for 5 minutes/
The space for grace is fickle, but time is infinite/
Any clock is subtle script of digits with forged limits/
Mechanized ticks as gifts combating life's dissonance/
Your position is the short distance between 2 points/
The sputtering click on life's vinyl platter between 2 joints/
Infinite fractions of space to react in/
A muted scream for action that knocks gently or comes crashing in/
That beyond metaphysical understanding/
Like are you standing still, or is the earth moving faster than you're planning/
5 minutes is a lifetime, one hour is an eye blink/
Never sure of the outcomes, we underuse the term "I think"/
We spend the days dizzy, wrapped tight in our personal hells/
Calendar stressing and red x-in, playing ourselves/
Toss and turn over a new leaf, barely sleep the whole night/
Stretching for the next hurdle, unsure of how to reach the height/
Trade the day's nightmares for what-ifs and lottery daydreams/
Until the cigarette is burned clean, along with any finer schemes/
Find a mold or bracket to fit our happiness average/
Attack life with avarice, and take bitter sips at a glass of bad habits/
Dying for a scapegoat for out of tune swan songs/
Late 20s life of misguided crisis, feels like you got it all wrong/
Long on excuses, forever falling short/
Fiending for the wrong meanings of leaving behind a beautiful corpse/
(SLOW DOWN)//

[Verse 2: AMS]:

"Sometimes I wanna stop the world from spinning and step out of it"/
A wise man once said over breakbeats he was fed/
Ill-tended heart pinned to sleeve, dulled from misuse/
Can't consume a full plate of fears, so we chew our self-esteem issues/
Trying to find a slogan, desperate to trust/
So we tackle other people's issues, as long as they don't affect us/
What's the fuss cousin? Don't discuss the repercussions/
It's us buzzing about the next big thing coming, talking loud and saying nothing/
Supposed suffering, the war video takes forever bufferin'/
Trying to feel the horror bleed through the screen, less real if it doesn't/
If only there were words for the strife/
From the news tonight: disapproval from you, but that headline is someone's life/
Treat it like party favors and busted balloons/
When you realize the future you were told to fear is coming rather soon/
Tinge of apprehension in a chillier spot/
Stage-lights at a million watts, time is more than what you keep on your watch/
Spilling your guts trying to digest the discussion/
That seasick queasy feeling revealed when your speech has repercussions/
Privileged difficulty, cut you some slack/
Wish on a dead clock for that fifteen minutes of ignorant Facebook fame back/
Crystal clear revelation molding cataracts/
Whitman's multitudes as leaves of grass, crushed underfoot by cruel fact/
That stinging space where the world is your opponent/
Time won't budge, so catch some reflection in the moment/
(SLOW DOWN)//