Cynnacle - Junkie [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I wrote this song to talk to both myself and the populace
And show you exactly what someone who's still an addict can accomplish
Cause apparently all I do is drown my sorrows in booze
So I drowned these lyrics in the same, cause what have I got to lose?
Is it not apparent that we as a people
Are more concerned with social status than any other common evils?
Dropping needles, but not the kind they put in their hand to sew
Using a 12-step instruction manual to let the blanket grow
Can we though, maybe start treating addiction as a health problem
Instead of vetoing substances, and the people that are on them?
Don't berate me for these opinions, can you really be mad at me
And ignore the prison owners, you know just how they make their salary?
Through harmless addicts, proponents of a victimless crime
But with sickness you find, in the end that just one witness survived
Ridiculous trials that never end with a not guilty verdict
Refrigerator tossed into skin cells, don't get off until they've earned it

[Verse 2]
Making profit off an illness, drinking coffee like it's different
But it's not different, that's just their crutch to waste their riches
That's 32k a year going up to 7-5
Meanwhile the people they lock up, man they just want to end their life
And I'm as guilty as you, but I know that it hurts to admit it
The rope you use to constrict your minds, you also tourniquet with it
So put your hypocrisy aside a second, you murderous critic
And listen to what I've got to say; the dirge of a cynic
You want to stigmatise these addicts and then not even help them
Your ethics are like the balancing act of a shot cerebellum
These people need help, not just another pointing finger
Do you realise how hard it is to get rid of thoughts that linger?
And you think I'm not talking from experience, but do you realise?
I've been there, age 16, blacking out on legal highs
Hooked on methiopropamine and ethylphenidate
Took to solitude, just to keep my mental record straight

[Verse 3]
Too many nights up in the tower room, defying my mind
Just trying to tame the fucking monster that lives behind my eyes
I can't yell loud enough for a saviour to help me out of this mess
I need to find my own way out of this “damn sullen distress”
Before, after and during, I smoked bud as a crutch
Until the tar and cannabidiol had covered my lungs, it was
Light the bastard pipe and pass it, hypoactive, life is tragic
I can't stand it, but I just inhale until my damn bronchi have had it
And I know that my addictions may make me something less than human
And I know that powdered substances are easy to abuse and
Yeah, I know that I can't just back out of this now
I know I'm letting everyone around me down
I know I've put my feelings out on a collapsible easel
I know it's my duty now to give something back to the people
I know I need to make a change before I enter hell
But please realise that some people just have to help themselves