Atlas and the Astronaut - Kings With Plastic Masks [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Somebody help
[x4]

[Verse 1]
And it's tearing through the streets
Fiery motes from dragging feet
Brilliant smoking stacks of defeat
Mountain-melting mammoth fleets
With a grimace of the face
As they hid behind their masks
Chiseled cheek bones shaping casts
Of chuckling nervousness
From its wrath

[Verse 2]
Projected missile system
Caused an ever-flinching disruption
Of all signals down for the count
Collectors
Always on the rebound
And it's peeling off their skin
All the itty-bitty children
Tiny artifacts who've sinned
Now dealt the Beast's torment

[Verse 3]
And the Willow whimpers
Cool-headed
Now distempered
End this nonsense at the source
Failing the functions of recourse
Hematic hipbones shattered
From the weight of a hummingbird
A flight then birthing of a girl
To be trained in the art of this world

[Hook]
You've got to train that girl
[x3]

[Bridge]
The Collectors sit in their towers
While the Beast ravages the land
Thinking what can we do to stop this
When our authority dries up like sand

[Outro]
Somebody help
[x9]