KEN Mode - The Terror Pulse [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I’m not playing. Logic keeps me bound; keeps the pieces in check, and every beginning has its orchestrated conclusion. This is a lack of everything that was claimed to have stood for. A lack; skittering and unapologetic: within the eye of the storm, taking refuge in
Small comforts; easy answers. Playing Judas and shirking accountability. A serious lack. That was wrong, it wasn’t okay and no, I’m not okay. This is goodbye to the man you once knew. Or did not; it doesn’t matter anymore