Marc Spector - Charged Up (Freeverse) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Flash that buttery gold; jittery zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole, border patrol
Border a home, that's boarded up and hoarded with gold
Colder than the horror stories you're told before you're old

And know what the difference is
I'm the lyrical mysticist who gets physical with your mistresses
This is critical censorship; enter this
Realm grab the helm, prepare to sail to the abyss

Perhaps it's the wrath of the titans
I'm fighting for my life then
Like a man facing indictment, and they're all trying to fry him
Electrocute the youth until he's dying

Combine the power of Galactus and Magus
And you have us; lyrical masters of the rapture
So back up don't act tough; get smacked up
It's bad luck, my hands struck with the force of a mack truck, boom!

The antagonist's in the room
But what's sad is he was born a protagonist in the womb
But mishandled, emotionally stranded
Misguided souls all coping with the sadness

The bright sky slowly darkens into blackness
The night sky, broken into fragments
My right eye, focuses while hopelessness dissipates like
Like rogue fish in the middle of a coastal shift