Jonwayne - Non-Living [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jonwayne]
Can I believe in the eyes that I see with
The seeds that I eat with
The peers that I bleed with
The seers that been seeing me through
From the fetus to the fetal-ist position?
But the deadline is missing in my life
It's day after day of the same
The only end I can think is putting two in the brain, cents
Cause I need to buy some common ground
Between the hot lava flow and the clouds that I drown
I gotta make em' cry because the trees drink the tears
Watch em' find roots to add youth to the years
They're getting grouped by two legged animals
And schooled by the bandages they rip. The damages we brandish
Like the smoke up in the air or the water where the land is
I hug the core like the father hugs his daughter
With the sore heart too forlorn to father parts of it
Sometimes I got the tectonic Parkinson's
It's a sin the way that I'm living

[Verse: 2 Jonwayne]
Can I believe in the eyes that I see with
The seeds that I eat with
The peers that I bleed with
The seers that been seeing me through
From the fetus to the fetal-ist position?
But the deadline is missing in my mind
In mine we got a forrest made of granite
And it's great. Sitting shooting marbles with the planets
Til' the carpal tunnel stabbing any life that's getting active
In the slightest with the knife that's made of bones for the savages
But my rapping is a catalyst insisting all the cattle getting listed
In the battle to diminish
The amount of kids pouting on the screens eating spinach
Life is day after day to the finish
My feet grabs the granite with a cold shiver
Stabbing like a unwanted son speaking layman's with his father
I'll play the organ
I play my organ so the vitamins are shaking and my eyes are full of water
If I drain em' than the lakes are overflowing drowning daughters
My skin's about to burst leaving everybody bothered
But don't be disturbed I'm only one universe
Who's sucking in the oceans of his pore for the human curse
It's a shame the way that I'm living