Isaac Barrow - Hidden Motives [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My fourth borrowed fractional emotions up and down like a rollercoaster but even those jacked like a north face jacket. Sometimes it takes strength to stay alone because even if our stature is small, our size in reflected not in how tall we stand but how much we’ve grown. Height and depth subjective terms and even if we find them to be factual they can be sometimes fictitious. Sometimes we update the books of our lives but don’t update the editions

And while my message is pure, my hidden motives are corrupt like convents. This thought I’ve puked up a thousand times, but I’ll projectile it in hopes of finding myself in this emotional conquest. Feelings so tightly sewn that when you brace your shelves you can’t even categorize your suspension. Unprepared lines so raw that they’re coked on an impromptu stove that make emotions so deep, shallow fears not even worth so much as a casual mention

Sometimes we dumb down what is too complex because we’re too lazy to analyze our inferiority complex, or sometimes we’re too stupid to unlock what is complex within the realm of our straight minds when in reality our souls are like convexes. Even though our diction is clear, our tone is sometimes transparent, and even if we have tran parents, gender isn’t always associated with our appearance but only the way we wear it

Expectations aren’t always realistic but the real things that make us tick tell stories about the flights flown only within ourselves. The first class we take ironically leads our minds off course, and while we are constantly organizing our lives, we are constantly restacking the shelves. A one-track mind, like a single placed on top of my head. While I’m a dreamer, ironically long hours of sleep something I dread

I see it when I’m awake but as well as when I’m asleep. Though the cracks in my rocky thoughts represented by looking at concrete. Though my diction concrete, my contradiction makes my validity obsolete. And even if I reach all my folded anti climactic goals and make myself cum pleet, reaching my potential an inevitably unattainable feat