ForestPunk - Guerrillas in the Midst [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook:ForestPunk]
Guerrillas in the midst put your masks on
And we can kill em' all cuz' we're beautiful
Long live the orphans always unusual

[Verse 1:ForestPunk]
Average Viewtiful Joe's Action musical shows
A pixelated finger to your fashioned cubicle homes
Snuck where the cabbage patches usuals grow
And left nothing but blackened matchsticks, ruins and smoke
City of lost angel-dust, plummage is blown
Till even god's brain is drugged by the fumes in the zones
Every citizens kane, droppin' able snow-globes
Rosebuds grow stuck and rockets break the 0-zone and blow up
We're so fucked like violent sex
Hungry faces anunciated, the eyes is stressed
Movin' through a killers scary ethnic'rubix cube
Where the military weapons choose the troops in schools for youth
So whose to shoot whom to you?
See its easier to fear this
Small boy, big world, a medium for spirits
Here to change the future, now
Crazed and lunic smiles, walking around in a gang of juveniles
Chorus