Ebola Virus - What They Praise [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Ebola Virus]
What they always told me is righteous and correct
And what they've always beautified and told me to respect
I spit on
And i curse
And i say 'fuck everything that they praise.'

[Verse One: Ebola Virus]
As a sapling I was lessoned to behold with reverence and awe
The pretensions and conventions of the cross
I was taught to respect the weapon of the law
And regard as truth the lessons that were taught
But as I grew a bitter discontent within me grew
A striking and inveterate discontent within me brewed
It was sovereign contempt for what they spewed
For I knew that I should not regard it as the truth
And it rose
And I chose to expose my disrespect and my scorn
For the crown of sacredness that adorns
The ideologies and predilections they adore;
Their emblems and their romantic versions of our fore-fathers’ bloody excursions of yore;
Their norms;
Their mores
Founded on the ancient fears of yore
So I said FUCK THE LORD
And fuck the biblical encyclicals that men have used to wage their fucking wars
And I was like many of you – branded
A miscreant and a mischievous deviant and sorely reprimanded
And though I’ve paid for my defection from convention to this day, I say
Fuck the principles they praise

[Hook]
What they praise
And what they preach
What they’ve made
And what they teach
I view with rage and see as deceit
I denounce their religion and their system of beliefs

[Verse Two: Ebola Virus]
The process of socialization and assimilation
They look upon with reverence and dedication
The conception and indoctrination of the next generation
They find to be cause for joyous celebration
But I view their pillars and foundations
With a bitter and disgruntled contempt and boiling hatred
Their institutions and their congregations
They uphold as professors of truth for the shapeless youth to have faith in
But I view their institutions and their congregations
As a vile imputation and a source of my consternation and depression
Society is made up of contracts between individuals motivated by selfish intentions
And the lessons of the school masters to me are fodder
Training little girls and boys who will grow to be mothers and fathers
Who will impute their views on the next
And for this chain of propagation I possess a poisonous contempt
The unfolding of the human story
To me is bleak and painful but to them is a picture of magnificent glory
They cling to their pride and they cling to their ideas of their gods in the sky
Their confederations I despise

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Ebola Virus]
By “they” I mean the teachers of the learning institutions;
The disciplinarians who manage the task of disciplining pupa
By “they” I mean the elders who cling with inveterate prejudice to the ways of yesterday
And who expect that you and I do the same;
Those who salute the self-righteous slaughter of their forefathers’ crusades
I mean the appointed authorities who preside over the majority and who decide what’s appropriate;
The politicians – the appointed leaders of society;
The masters of propriety
I mean the arm of law that enforces the scriptures and doctrines
Of a world that I find in my heart to be rotten
I mean your neighbors
I mean those waiting for a fucking savior
The mother modeling her offspring’s behavior
I mean your government, celebrities, secular humanists, gasuous average joe, the status quo
Parents, peers, “them”
I mean the vast majority of humans that I’ve ever met
And what they praise, and what they preach
And what they’ve made, and what they teach
I refuse and rebut and refute and renounce and denounce and repudiate
Every fucking thing that they praise