JET THUMAN - Bad Advice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

LIFE'S A COLD MACHINE I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS
IF I DIE (when i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT
SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT
WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT WORTH?
LIFE'S AN OLD MACHINE WHO KNOWS HOW IT WORKS
BUT WHEN I DIE (if i die) MAKE IT SLOW, MAKE IT HURT
SO I CAN FINALLY FEEL SOMETHING BEFORE I TURN TO DIRT
WAS IT LOVE? WAS IT HATE? WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT WORTH?
Talking to my self really talking to a screen
Hoping someone else will know what i mean
Talking to a screen really talking to my self
If i don't know what i mean how the hell will someone else

Introspection kills suicide saves some
Crime pays the bills work 9-5 then buy a gun
Make moves while your young cash in your own deals
Time waits for no one cliche but its real
If i knew then what i know now
I would have killed my friends isolation hones style
Learn the why; know how what comes 'round the bend
Solve that problem child no body knows the end
Love love love love love hates to start shit
Hate hate hate hate hate loves a target

Contrasting concepts yet they can relate
Death's a long rest life is just a long wait
Irrational hate unconditional love
Abstract coexistences composed outta mud
Anger bangs the skull it wants to be let out
Wrath wraps around the body it pours from the mouth
Happiness is stressful with faith comes doubt
Skepticism is a hobby truth works itself out

Truthfully you should see that the you is also me
And I blinds them from us. So who are we
Semantics are a must Babel Tower or bust
One language one power Silence then becomes trust