Jak Tripper - Dry Land [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Please put to an end the authors and critics who play God with their pens
Law enforcement stocks where execution is a sworn end
The hawk form grows fat with feces and phlegm, the grid systems grow smaller with thorns
Vine entangled roots wrestle streets turned a rivers flow in mud with unborn
The pre-disposed youths trained in pornographic hardcore
Sickness in bags, sold, riches to rags, the sky remains dawned
Crimson skyline, mannequin factories make mindless art forms
Latex engineers push organic robots for morgues
Those seedlings of the years of four are nurtured from swords
To discover that the creator of worlds operates from thick rubber cords
Energy from orgies power light to housing and stores
Homing crows and robotic storks
Swarms of insects on cameras where surveillance information is stored
Parents are modification mongers and whores
The government grows us like corn, and womb fields deform
Big brother's life force derived from the source
Few wealth beneath Arnetin nutrients in corpses absorbed
Mummy generation applause, generation is born
Oxygen outside, survival life of the bubble is radioactive from wars
Orphanage in an orb, flesh farm infested, water storage, surface is scorched
Religion is false, Jesus was a horse, black magic in a cult was a sport
And I'm that crazy kid, sick lately, but started killing animals in 1986
Loved fire, the glow from the blaze made me grin
And in infant stage, strangely I figured a way out the baby crib
I was in school vaguely, fourteen I dropped my first hits of acid, six hazy strips
I feel a lot floated, illuminating an aura of venerable radiance
At sixteen I was like fuck the system, and found a machine to rage against
Depression hit hard, I put the blades to wrists
I hate the pigs, made me put my face to links of a chained fence, then face the shrinks
Felt like I was face against some ascynclitic
Early twenties, hatred stick, drugs became the invisible band-aid to limbs
Being kicked out was basic, I slept in basements and vacant cribs
Waking up to pains from staircases and breaking ribs
Had to re-break a stitch to get a hospital stay and 24 hour place to live
From white planes to BK I skip trains, and dip
If I couldn't find an aim to fix, I'd replace the pain with chicks
Who'd been raped and stripped with the same adjacent sick problem
Brewing up chemical relationships, taking hits
Sharing needles with a Latian, but how safe was it?
Blood running in my veins would change, intense
Skin faded, pale white eyes sunk through my face indents
Run away patient, racing death
I walk in an empty vessel without faith. Emotion? A waste of breath
Freebase with threat, that's when the dragon chased me into outer space and wept