Bless - Wonderland [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Bless]
If there’s someone that you’d die for
Put your hands up x4

[Verse 1: Bless]
In flames my world is caught and I stand alone
But it’s obvious that no love is lost
And I realize that my candle light hasn’t blown out
But at what cost
Am I moving backwards as a forward thinker?
Because living life was never that great
When you’re losing constantly and walking odysseys
They bleed hypocrisy, and that way everything’s equal again
I’m living in a world full of evil again
Can I even pretend that it changed for the better?
Think of Vale; let it go
Are you saying for the better I’d be sane if I changed for fame?
In the name of Illuminati; Can I live as the same old Byron?
Probably, not likely
I’d rather just lose my life than soul because losing my faith is not me

[Hook: Bless]
If there’s someone that you’d die for
Put your hands up (How much for your soul, hey) x4

Come around where we stay; listen to what we say
We all sin and we pray; and hope that we’ll be okay
Because there’s no where to go
So many secrets we don’t know
Learn your dos and your don’ts
They’ll just do what they want; how about trying to help this wonderland?
Why won’t they try to help this wonderland?

Part 2

[Verse 2: Bless]
Are you about knowledge or about brains?
Satisfying lies about you tying knots won’t change
Lock and key thrown away but many windows opened
Even if they aren’t, opportunities are lurking
Twelve hours of it
And the government loves every single minute of it
Less minds to control
Don’t start getting smart dummy
Yes, we’re on a roll
Watching many heads roll; eyes close
Temple Run is being taken to a different level
Those that rebel are the first to go now; whoa now
We don’t mind if you aim at yourself
Hold down the trigger; semi automatics bleed you out quicker
Twelve hours later, nothing’s changed and it never will
If you can’t beat them, join them; please
You may sleep on it but we set fire to bed sheets
Nah, no discussing you new order
But if I turn my back; it’ll be tragic
I will fight before I fear you; I’ll do right
Because if I kill you, I’ll do life

[Verse 3: Bless]
My foot’s upon the dash
Fine, I’ll just high-tail it home fast
To see if my wife is okay and our kids are safe
She warned me but I passed and said I’d be alright
But I’m not alright; I turned my back and laughed
Knowing that she was right; what a gruesome sight
When I pulled up, I gasped; the door was wide open
I ran through the house and saw someone escape from the back
I enter my room to see nothing but blood and my wife on the floor in black
She woke up in white and handwriting is on wall which reads “You’re next”
If this is the end, then I want you to know that I really did try my best
When I put that vest on, to avenge you
I am just so stressed; shooting down every ghost I see
No remorse and it hurts my heart
But I promised you that I wouldn’t sin
There is no safety; everything is fabricated
No matter what world you live in, the only way you’ll ever win is death
But I won’t rest till I find those kids, and soon enough I finally did
They cried in my arms, and I let them know that I was there
I told them not to show fear; I felt a presence drawing near
I was happy for a moment
Then they stripped it all away, bang

[Verse 4: Bless]
If life is what we make it, then how come it’s never right?
Nah, I can’t ignore the obvious; almost died overnight
Know you’re purpose; I have feelings
I’m certain they have feelings too, but that’s only in their teeth when they’re hurting
Take advantage, or be taken advantage of and get damaged
Understand this; right now mentally I’m Charles Manson with Ripper tendencies
Back when the Ripper was at his best, he still can’t compete with me
I can’t swallow what I don’t have; I don’t know if that’s good or bad
I found a collage of me, Hali and Vale in a bag, right in front of the exit
They’re telling me to come back; what a dream
But also a hazard; no such thing as a wonderland
But for me, it’ll have to do
I look at the ceiling; don’t ever bother with mirrors
I’m prying my eyes open; my heart feels like December 2010 in Virginia
Seven years still haunt me
And now it’s almost like I became a victim of loyalty