Dance Gavin Dance - The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 4 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Jon Mess, screaming]
Back to sloth and sleeping binges
Self defeating outburst, cringes
Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges
Lost that box of clean syringes

Stuck to the ceiling I'm in view
Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you
The look from above same as below
Sign up for high, free dose of low

The Jig is up, I'm the one
Manipulate the ones I love
Light my path, reveal the beacon
Where's my balance
Can't stop thinking
Can't stop thinking
Can't stop thinking
Stop!

[Tilian Pearson, vocals]
I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
(Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind
(Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
(Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed
(Around the winding road)

Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl don't be so difficult
Come here let's get physical

[Jon Mess, screaming]
Sinus pressure getting older
I like weight upon my shoulders
Here I live inside this cd
Tell your friends he's super creepy

Weirded out a simple human
Confused by words arrange and move them
Into spaces no apparent meaning
Eat this song your ears are greedy

[Tilian Pearson, vocals]
Cut out this conversation, desperation, now
Losing admiration, holding onto accidents

(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
That calls for your attention?
(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
That keeps you hanging on?

I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
(Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind
(Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
(Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed
(Around the winding road)

Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl don't be so difficult
Come here let's get physical