Mahatma Crowley - Hidden Hand [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Sheeple, herd the feeble to the steeple
Deliver us to evil, make them fear the people

[Verse 1]
Through the years of hate and fear
Wasted tears for the end so near
They act sincere, but adhere
To engineer a world they domineer
Why do I see things so clear?
Why do I hold things so dear?
When’s my time to rise from here?
And find my way off this sphere?
I told these motherfuckers keep the fuck up out my life
You fucking up my shine yo this light is mine
Fates intertwined look for death until I die
Rewind the skies Lord of the Flies at the dawn of this grind
Doc slop on the chop block
FEMA Camps we all fucked
Let’s fuck up the time clock
That fake shit we all mock
Volume up, this shit knocks
The whole world on my jock
One way from the top spot
That’s down if I don't rock
If I don't pop they’ll call flop
But I won’t stop ’til nitrous ox
Tops the plots that I got's
And blot clots pop from allotted thoughts
In all my spots time is not
Space is a place not a race to chase
Embrace the pace or brace for a place where your fates erased by the
Occultist turned rapper
Dapper, yapper, cracker
Splatter chatter on a platter
Scatter all this dark matter
Shatter jibber jabber from you trapper whippersnappers
Waitin’ on ya hit, batter batter batter
Waitin’ on my death
When’s it gonna happen
Will it even matter? Do we even matter?
My life has value
What does yours mean to you?

[Bridge]
Money is power and power corrupts
I'm tryna get a dollar to see how I hold up
So when I sell out and get poppy abrupt
Just know I used to give a fuck
What what what what
RAAA

[Outro]
Welcome to The Illusion Empire
CROWLEY
Behold the Mark…