Melanin9 - Marble [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
“I believe that the growth in my head, this one right here, I think that it is not really a tumor, that it is in fact, a new organ, a new part of the brain.”

[Verse 1]
Yo
I appear to be shaking nervous
Standing at the gates of my brain circuit
Planets arranged beneath the cranium surface
Led by satans repugnant servants
Faces with turbulence
Blood stains on frame paintings of Persians
Malaysian virgins
Nursing defiance of disconsolate routes of stress
From galaxies [?]
Approaching the steps
Knock the pale painting of the door as I opened it left
Between the interweaving cortex
Beneath the floor boards is where I saw death
Headless in the cold passage
As it’s guts expose acid
The night stops, the solar revolves in the atmos
Ghost forms in the smoke swarms of the chalice
Token tablets, in the wombs coke the madness
Coke is gambling
Bettin’ my brain cells to save from famine
Walk past the slave hanging with the face of Amin
Swinging like a pendulum in the cavern
Screams of torture in the endless hallway
[?]
The storm shakes the crooked mansion
Hooded phantoms
Circling the core space of my expansion
Orbit my opportunity, glanced them
Haunted with madmen
A slaughtered and burned horse with Victorian lanterns
I face the core standing
Awaiting faith in the reinforced frame of granite
With torturers, slaves and addicts

[Chorus]
“I killed a man who killed a man, or maybe than I didn’t kill a man? I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”
“After all there is nothing real outside our perception of reality.”
“I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”

[Verse 2]
Standing on the strands of my madulla
Seven gangsters full of room up their straps to shoot up
Counting caps behind my gland expanse of tumor
Filled with star clusters
Beneath a magnetic storm boards of form combustion
I walk towards the substance
Past the boards for war and corruption
Staring through my cortex of conference
Imbalanced veins
Swallowing aspirins with anti-freeze
Memory banks buried in fabrics of a temper dream
Wrap between the [?] molecules of a conscious thought in solitude
He was solid juice [?]
Cobblestone rocks beneath the roughened land
Peering over darkness of wet
Dragon bodysuit graveyards
Splashing genetics behind a stained glass
My mind is the karma
Worship by the shrines of Shambhala
Full of psychotic carvers of crime stalkers that rise from Harvard
Vipers and harlots, primacy targets
Like the battle between Osiris and darkness
Modern life is so heartless
[?]
Which involves the seeded soul
Dressed in an electric velvet role
Staring through a neferric telescope
The lens odors of death smell
Corn rows of sample chem shells
On death mells some punitive shelf
Watching murderers perfect stealth under a dress velve deceiving truth
Feeding of social unrest like Indonesian troops in East Timor
My [?] streams the Eastern sea board
Looping hard beats on keyboards
Holes carved in concrete floor from C4
Mines planted blew the limbs of a child in the search of to find harvest
Another live tarnished
Six billion bloodlines scrapped on parchment
Defines reasons why all life binds from carbon
All life binds from carbon

[Chorus]
“I killed a man who killed a man, or maybe than I didn’t kill a man? I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”
“After all there is nothing real outside our perception of reality.”
“I can never know for sure if I killed him or not, and not knowing is maybe worse than knowing.”

[Outro]
“He was a man that was begging and pleading, and praying, and he was pleasing God all over the place. So I told him he could have a half hour to pray to God, and if God could come down to change the circumstances. But God never showed up, and he never changed the circumstances.”