Gryphen - 6.25 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

`i can get it in six minutes’

It stinks of mold
Too fierce to grow

Of mildewed pride
Death and hope
Bromide

Metabolised
Dumarier dust

Doctor’s orders
And arthritic
Abeyance

Pads chirp
Under finger
Touch

Unleavened tongue
Rotates

Dot matrix cataracts
Blink into being
Arithmetic excess
And i fly

Legs like springs
Raving playthings
Wound compliant
By fright and
Forever-bound
Trances of triumph

Worthy tyranny

High stepping
Daylight anthem
Blackbird deranged

Morning ecstasy
Crests, rolling fingers, stick
Hits of rage
Float green
Over k-mart kicks

Stuffed snug:
Two-ply thrift

Spasmodic leaks
And my mind’s
A laughing
Fit

Life drum counter-feits a
Tetched metronome

To half-mad tempo
I stride break-beat
Marziale

Butterfly lesions
Alight giant
Staples

Ignore
Incandescence;
Fatal oath to
Split frantic

The course grows
Steep and xanthic

Azure archway
Fume
Sanguine london

Breath comes
From
Miser
Compassion:
Blood-soaked
And barbed

Machine chirps
Digital cheer:

.46 miles/3:00 minutes

Blackbirds guzzle
Crimson fog

It tastes of
Zambezi
And flows
Free like
Song