Broken Pixels - Blood Brothers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Nerdsworth]
Blood brothers pitted against one another
Burning White Sands span and the colonies
Blue Gold in the hills and danger in the mist
My curse is a gift as I'm tripping the rift

Outblast, outlast, Outlaw, Outcasts
Keeping their flag half-mast as I'm picking off Scabs
Gunslingin' half-savage Lifter liberator
Rift Energy's sacred protector (savior)

Emmett Graves is my name, that's right, I'm digging 'em
Revolver on my hip, my quickdraw is killing them
My conscious elevated with my burden regulated
Tossing Tetranite grenades, leaving Outties devestated

Saddle up, don spurs, riding steel sky horses
Faction satisfaction as our Hawks waste forces
Build the world around me as I fortify our boundaries
My strategy's defensive, I'll fight across the galaxy

In me runs the blood of a new frontier
I'll be the last man standing after all dust clears
Conflict runs skin deep with a brother's soul flawed
Keep your eyes on the skies and beware the Hawk's maw

[Verse 2: Jerome Chance]
Father, I have sinned
Where'd you want me to begin?
Baby and my wife dead
So, it's time to go

Backwards east to the Blackwatch siege
But no one is safe in the NYZ
Degrees of facade cause disease to maraud
Yup, that's what your ass gets playing God

You get what you earned 'cuz the dark side has turned me
Hatred consumes, it's the new rule of two
Identity theft on a whole new level
You try to body-snatch me, attack me and play

Gucci Gucci with me, that shit is cray
Shawn of the Dead, donned in the red
Of the blood of my brothers from another mother
Fucker, try to play me like a sucker

Lead to a free world in 8 mile hurdles
There's nowhere to hide, just shut up and die
'Cuz I don't even really want to hear another lie
Degree in 24 physical damage, PhD

I'm sort of like a preacher, confessions through ingestion
Vampiric resurrection, I don't see my own reflection
Death by your own infection, you should've used protection
And I just want to thank ya, it's time to meet my maker