Moodie Black - The Mass [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Never really calm in a warm car
Filthy in a country with a broke arm
Crow with a limp never flies right
Swagger in his stride but its not death
Meeting all the face from the waist down
I don't have a taste for the hawk down
I can barely dance on my own plot
I am never here and I'm France-bound
FUCK what the mass ever wanted
I ain't never fucked with an asterisk
I could be cool with some matches
I would be proud with the ashes
FUCK with the mass ever wanted
You could have everything borrowed
Choke on a death worn shrapnel
Fuck what the mass ever wanted

Dying to fly I flew away

The sun is half its rot
And fills this room with half its muscled heart
The tape machine is monochromed and quiet gray to fill the part
Tomorrow I'll be half the man I'm sposed to be and rape the stairs
Four floors then dirty core I'm not a whore I flap the horror huh?
The flakes debate the fate of raping flannel dusty flaccid grass the rebel bless
Th devil crops, the GMO that's splashed upon
The massive fucked up massive Earth

Dying to fly I flew away