LOSTBOYEVSKY - HERD TO ÜBERMENSCH [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Started from the herd now we ubermensch
Started from the herd now my cohort's fucking uber
Started from the herd now we ubermensch
It'd be pretty cool if we could really be ubermensch

[Verse 1]
Overmen, overwomen, word to Nietzsche
Hurdle human nature so quick you couldn't see us
Used to be camels and lions, now we kids yo
Emphatically fucked off all dragons, sorta mythical
More rebellious than Camus, broader than Shamoo
Contain multitudes like Whitman, flow like Danube
Will to power game too beastly
Like Friedrich freaking a chica in a tricked-out Sebring
The hyperrealest, call us Baudrillard
Hahahaha, JK, irresponsible, so DR (Das Racist!)
Brought back more notes from the underground than Fyodor
Got shot in the chest but kept speaking like we were Theodore
Roosevelt, verily with Vonnegut's endurance
Plus no regrets like we were prepared for eternal recurrence
American misfits, Flannery O'Connor, thought you knew us!
Declaring more gods deceased than Zarathustra
But still soarin' (Soren), we're Kid Cudi Kierkegaards
More cryptic than Derrida, peep the differance
And hairier than Karl Marx, check the stubble, dude
Pale kings infinitely jesting, DFW
Young Shel Silversteins indulge superfluous play
Plus we'd walk away from Omelas faster than Ursula K
Innocence plus experience, Will Blake as the sidekick
Metamorphosizing but Kafka couldn't write this
World not too much with us, make Wordsworth proud
Forever memorable protagonists like Goethe's Faust
Carl G. Jung couldn't classify our archetypes
Oscar Wilde wit, we're feeling kinda snarky, right
Controversial as Leary, making fools hecka livid
Operation: escape the doll house, someone dial Henrik Ibsen
Weirder than Edgar Allen, write in deranged voices
Better portraits of the young artists than James Joyce's
Live more deliberately than Uncle Thoreau
In touch with sexualities unknown to Foucalt
Like Asimov conjur space worlds with flying saucers
In Dream visions more fantastic than those penned by Chaucer
Forest-beauty-nature-gasms akin to John Muir
And we shout messages more urgent than those of Paul Revere
The psychos analyze more enigmas than Freud
With a passion for social justice, W.E.B. DuBois
Style of rap colder than a Jack London winter
Not homophobic, would probably smooch Allen Ginsberg

[Hook]