Elemental Zazen - Blood On The Track [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(The flags at half mast)
Blood on the track
Stuck bubbling crack
Got us under attack
Feel it from the front to back
I've begun to snap
Stock brokers funneling cash
From lobbyists to the government
Cover the map
They're in love with the gat
Use it on the poor and the black
Blaming the same neighborhoods
Where the coroners at
And foreigners trapped
While they stay ignoring the facts
Should be a war of class
But we're scared of questions that's important to ask
Don't ever question my heart
Got thirty lives like up down twice left right twice select start
Almost forgot the double B A hit replay
See me spray the double barrel red spread in three ways
Top bottom and middle
It's a riddle why some carry a pistol when the violence is invisible
That's why I'm non-commital
You get served a dismissal quick like gristle so be glad I quit sniffing the crystal
Stuck sad they dissed you no one picked you
Cause you dropped the ball when you had em in a pickle
It's what you deserve trying to pander to the fickle
Hear me whistle then you catch a fucking hammer and the sickle
A bandaged for the damaged and the grammer is pitiful
The schools are are bullshit and the future looks abysmal
Skip class, get drunk as fuck, throw up that's the ritual
Like it's medicinal overdose on pepto bismol
Parents are shocked at what these godforsaken kids'll do
But when it mattered they always sided with the principal
Stick you into rehab and never come and visit you
Then they're surprised, don't understand why your miserable
It's an act, they never cared, they're not pissed at you
Just embarassed that your theirs, not correctly political
They're only critical, can't see that you're an individual that's original
Look what they fucking did to you
Never let you reach your pinnacle now you're cynical
Think a miracle is nothing more than satirical
It's not only subliminal, your happiness is minimal
Consider an expectation to be criminal
They put the fear in you, now you're scared of life in general
Can't come to grips, feeling contrite and expendable
They gave you the pencil, provided the perfect stencil
Killed your potential told you to keep it confidential
The addiction was inevitable and essential
Eventual no accident or parental
Guidence to provide the science of the existential
Your body is not a temple, it's a rental
Bump a line and leave the residue, what you meant to do
It's been fed to you since the crib and tormented you
While everyone takes everyone ahead of you
Instead of you
Time for you to figure the fuck out what you better do