Isaac Barrow - Cuffed [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Surely, I'll shore problems up if I'm not sure enough, shoring it up enough goes in and out like beach shores, deeply rooted in personal cuffs. The roots lie deep in being held back, a sense of limitations lie in imitations or perhaps integrations of lessons learned but never trials had. It takes nothing to turn someone on, but everything to turn their phone off, it reeks a hint of dependency, when authenticity lacks and is disguised as truancy spoken fluently through the eyes of absence and pastors preaching messages of bastards, an odd future sketched out on a pad like harmless blatter, sketched over revealing but not concealed drawings of fears factored in, drowned out by reflections played well enough to be an academy award-winning actor

Integrative, but not sedative or decapitated, headless severed less but stress distresses constant tests outweighed by scales failed by snails reading braille, slowly toed me but never cloned for free, high potency in the potent seed of the plant sent to sea, see it with your eyes but don't flip your lid, bridge it with meaningless banter that means less than meaning less than a rained on home that's tentative

I remember days when I was angry and couldn't quite grip onto why, rarely I'd cry but rather wish i'd die or find out the truth behind lies and mute the sound of my mother's cries. I lived in a childhood largely fabricated, but never dwell on the material of the shirt but more so how to clean the blood dripping from the cotton. Optical options oxidize my visions of how to make decisions but don't quite clog my presence of mind or rob presents of mine in a way that fits in

Truth is, I'm trying to maintain good vision but its difficult to eye my Target like a shopping center hidden with a GPS pool to bid in like a cage to throw kittens in. Vision is clogged by cloudy glasses but sometimes that cloud gets dropped and cloudy vision becomes rainy obstructions, trust in destruction that trusting trustworthy liars in a bed you lie in, lying in a mattress worth trust but free of worth, but upon realizing that your conscience has crashed to the turf