Clive - The Stillness [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

V1:
Before I bottom out, I'll write some songs about
Me, myself and I and how we had a falling out
It seems inside of me there's a side of me decomposing
Like a mold growing slowly so it's time to toss it out
Walking down a road I used to know
My life is feeling like The Truman Show, Adjustment Bureau moving slow
Cause every pattern's repeating like paragraphs that I'm reading
In fixed blocks, tick tock the clock's stopped... is it broken or
Is it just that I'm at such a standstill time's slowing down?
Only how then am I the oldest young person I know?
Still got strength but no Perseus though
Can't use the mirror to my advantage, cause when I'm in front of it Standing is when I'm exposed frozen and I'm turned to stone
Running and drifting away down a sour path
As sand is sifting all the way down the hourglass
Drowning out the facts, defensively yelling that
I'm not sleeping my life away I just take sixteen hour power naps
If cowards lack courage well call me Sylvester, Scaredy Cat
Dirty dancing with the reaper, did my research surely damaged
Nervous habits further cause they formed into obsessions
We try to catch the burglars fast before they cause a mess and
Hostages emerge and are murdered; well I never caught that lesson
Clearly since I'm the hostage and burglar in my own home
Stole my motivation, kept myself closed, self-loathing
Stuck to my bed like Velcro, dust in my head where webs grow
Madness surfaces so slow, man... can one reverse it though?
I try to rise but my vertigo's got me worried though
Concerned and feeling like there's nowhere to go, thirty below
And yet I'm burning up and only getting worse
Although I'm not the first to hold it in and dismiss the potion
Like feeling sick but skipping the trip to the hospital cause it hurts to know it
They say that we're supposed to interact and no man's an island
Well I'm trying to be versatile, though I prefer to lie here alone

V2:
See, lately I am finding I am tired and yawning
But can't seem to fall asleep before five in the morning
Asking, 'why am I always hiding in corners'? trying to live while I'm alive
But secretly enjoying the peace and quiet of being silently dormant
Life is a song played forward we don't get right away
But understand when we play it back, through night and day we navigate
But no such thing as the rightest way or path to take, just actions made
And choices our inner voices lead us to, with the patterns paved
From habits chasing after a place that we can call fulfillment
Rats in a race running after a chance to unlock the buildings
One day I'll make a change but until then I'll just keep coasting
Hoping I don't grow old with no rose on my casket closing
No rows of people, six feet under and no one knows it
So hard to see the eye of the storm when you're staring so closely
Cause my collaborations with procrastination is
Enough to fill an LP but our notepads are vacant
So needless to say, the critics would pan it and burn us
Cause we'd be too lazy to finish our stanzas and verses
I'm not the first to be this way, others are worse than me but hey
Life's no competition, a privilege for me to say
I'm still breathing and even have a beat to play
So why am I still sleeping? I'm seeing things in comparison
To other creatures today, like birds and worms
The birds search for the worms, the worms work through the dirt
While we're working the nerve just to get out of bed
And get the clouds out our heads along with the mountain of meds
Piling up as the sound of regret pounds in my chest
Counting down each breath till I see death slouched on the steps
Shouting out in regret about how much of a coward I've been
To spend my hours lounging -- dead

How long have I been out? Feels like an hour but I'm in doubt cause the time is now only seconds after I went down. I'm Walt White in the crawlspace crying out loud cause I found out that the call was made but time's out, I've gone insane. Laughing the pain out when you're caught in a jagged state, how do you shake out of the cloud that's been following around? Fighting the urge to break down and stay down. Trying to galvanize your life when there's an underlying passivity you're anesthetized by can be difficult, you see. It's a circuitous route we take back to our feet when certainty shrouds its face in a mask of deceit, turning around to place back its mystique, luring us out back in the streets to try and figure out this puzzle called life again just when we think we have it complete. From pretty hills in The Hamptons to city buildings, this granite planet is filled with madness creeping up on people standing still; stagnant. The damage is felt when you're battered and dealt the panic but still I'm standing, but not standing still is the challenge while still finding the stillness within to fill the canvas