Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Children of the Wasteland [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook:]
(Help me!) In the casket, buried six feet deep

[Verse 1 - Blaze:]
Come on a journey with me into the land of the dead
Through the voices and mangled bodies and severed heads
Children all there pray together, seeking out the light
After death will there be suffocating, self inflicted torture, severe pain
Why does everybody think that when you die you go to Heaven
When you die you go to Hell or when you die your system fails
I'm living proof the dead can walk the Juggalo to party store
Body mutilated, lined in chalk, cause I sit before I talk
Never mind the consequences, 11 years I had no fences
Here we go with no remorse, fans come with deadly force
After, check the course, we the dead, we roam the earth
The wasteland, now we burnt, I told ya bitch I can't be hurt
So what, you're comin in my direction, frontin' there is no protection
Say it's not makin sense, is it? And you know you fall a victim
Guaranteed the same - eternity without end
Children roam this place forever - Children of the wasteland

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ABK]
Hallowicked, October 31st, is back again
With all the special freaks roaming, you're forgiven for your sins
All the dead are resurrected, juggalos fully protected
Follow the path of the lotus just to see where your life is headed
Still watch out for all the children, rising up from wasted land
Come one, come all, we all together with a hatchet in our hand
Never understood the difference between life or death
Cause when we livin', we trippin, but when we gone, we at rest
Woken up from the dead because I'm always in a panic
Runnin' through the neighborhood steady yellin' Psychopathic
Uncontrollable state of mind, look in my eyes and you will find
That the world's goin crazy cause the underground's alive

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - ABK & Blaze:]
Every year at Hallowicked, dead walk amongst us
Children, tortured souls only get to feel reflect upon the livin'
Every year I start the urgin, no reason to have to burn the blood
Til the Lotus made the save and brought me back up out my grave
Now your homey walk forever, lookin for a head to sever
Cause our hatred never ends, even when I do you in
So you throw your home away, sacrifice and scratch your wife
Demons from the elder's grave, when you blink, you see your fate
Target chosen pull the trigger, in ya chest the bullets enter
Out ya back, lungs explode and your brutal body falls
Now the's time out yo pockets, takin cash and goin for watches
No time to argue, you might be rich, but where you headed, you ain't shit
Once inside the gates you'll see all the pain and suffering
Caused by you upon the earth, only six feet deep is yours
All the killings and the crimes comin; back a thousand times
You gon pay for all your crimes
Ain't no preachin til it's over


[Hook]