Kristoff Krane - Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I sat, Cahoots Coffee Shop, quarter past seven
Relaxed, he walked up, he said he ran out of gas
I said "What? Said you're stuck? Well let me help, I'd love to help"
He looked me dead into my eyes, and said that he'd do it himself
Okay, but if I may just take a peek into your car
I'd like to reassure myself that I can truly play a part
I did. It was as close to empty as I was to giving in
I grabbed my wallet with my left, and with my right, I reached for his
Wasn't sure how to feel or exactly what to think
All I could do was take it in and hope and pray he wouldn't take advantage of my weakness, call it that, there is no shame
I feel not bad for being kind, it's in my nature to regain
That faith I had in human beings right before he beat me up
Drank up all my coffee, grabbed my cash, and stole my car
Now, who's to blame for the war?
Was the price paid in full?
Or, did the decisions I make do nothing but support the kill?

Everyone I know is oppressed
Everyone I know causes pain
Everyone I know is depressed
Everyone I know is afraid to stand naked
Everyone I know, I invent

Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill, hold still
Till the cold chill owns you, no will
Go build, destroy what you won't build
No guilt, the choice is the whole feel
[Repeat once]

Cherokee Park, meditating, kicked in the face, I awoke
I was shook, I could finally taste pain
Met the Devil's daughter, she was lost
Claimed she never met her father and resented her mom, codename: God
"Look at me", I said. She shut her eyes, and said "Okay"
I opened mine back up, and somehow she had went away
I considered accepting the chance that it was meant to be
I was alone the whole time, because she let me be
Too deep to think it's empty, she actually meant well
Even though her effort led to Heaven, her head still reflected Hell
Any stranger from a block away could see her motives were in runes
But either way, a cry for wolf is still a cry
Hold the bruise, I try to use the best of both worlds presented
But I typically go overboard, abusing all perspective, a fool
I was a slave to my habits that indeed create the waves, so you can try to save the planet, but...

Everyone I know is oppressed
Everyone I know causes pain
Everyone I know is depressed
Everyone I know is afraid to stand naked
Everyone I know, I invent

Picking Flowers Next to Roadkill, hold still
Till the cold chill owns you, no will
Go build, destroy what you won't build
No guilt, the choice is the whole feel
[Repeat once]