Fake Problems - Complaint Dept. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Take a picture
I won't last much longer, I am turning into dust
Or I am melting into the fresh wet concrete
And when I reach the pearly gates of Hell
I'll send those dimes back up the wishing well
With a note tied to each that reads:
"Nobody's listening."

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh, complain, complain, complain

Now get lazy with it from the next one in
Put your money in your mouth and swallow it
When your company has to fold, blame your troubles on the CEO
Because faith is a funny, pathetic notion
That God's a drug dealer and he's always holdin'
He can make you feel alright, with just one small hit of lights

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh, complain, complain, complain

Keep 'em comin' I'm used to it
My mind over matter is a morphine trip
And ain't it funny that it comes to this
Hangin' off the edge and losin' your grip?

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain

Oh, wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh, complain, complain, complain