Gillooly - Passionless [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
Ah, look at all the lonely people

[Verse 1: XELVMAR]
Sedentary in the hysteria
Carrying Hail Mary acid rain upon the fairy's dust
Iron gun (lungs) vector aimed at paranoia undone excellent
Military in hand but hesitation has the presidency
I'm coming for your nightmares and your residency
Blessed be he who weaves his own snippet of DNA into his dreamcatcher
Last pass catch up
Remember to wipe the ash passed off the crash set up
Dumb luck
Apathy capacity of dump trucks
With genocide comparison of size
And two eyes blind
My guts stuck
Between the cracks in my ribs and the hole in the wall
I would have burned Babylon if I knew stone coulda fall
Anchors I'm pulling them all by the throats
Shipwreck set free by the same waves that damned it and threw the sand in the moat
I'll boat across the dessert with my scripture and a scepter
I've been unplugged from the wall since the earth's been off it's center
There was a lever and I snapped it
Took the better half reaction nabbed it in my satchel for metallic axles in my circuitry
But the burn in me is turning to a hurting
So shred my will and bury me alluring

[Hook]
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
People be hounding, always surrounding
Pulsing, just like a migraine pounding
Where have you been?
That's all right, we know where you've been
They say "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I'm leaving after the song
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
Provided with toys and scouting for boys
You brought a guitar to punish your ma
You didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool
I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I be asking, "Yo where did all the passion go?"
Welcome to the machine

[Walker]
You can make a machine
You can make an automatic matter of fact way off seeing
Green matter
Money to burn
Funny to earn so much but lose touch
And yearn for a cut
Of profit often mistaken as such
Shaking
In latent heat
Exhausting a crutch, but still crippled
Broken body I decide to die and not be gone to godly
Ghosts
Got me most of tragedy hosted
Dose too great for those small
I stand tall
All we know is what we know when we fall
I'm all done, all run out
All my guns gone, but the hunt goes on
There's no dawn