(n1nth)cloud - Hung Over At 45 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]

I think it's starting to sink in
That the fact that murders
Were the wealth from theirselves
And the banks robbed themselves
We all get along with every person we met
And we love to sing songs
And play out in the week
Always weak in this nut tower
And say things that I don't mean
To keep her next to leaving a fall from blind skies
Hearing noises giving it thoughts
Back when I was kid
We used to play in the streets
Til the lights went off
Now in the present we makes sounds
That don't make any sense
Got my words buried next me
When I leave this place
With this smile on my face
Can't you see me glowing on the other side
It's what you make it ?
?
Only problem I have is
Standing next to all these people
Stab each other in the back
Save your pick up lines
And tell me things I don't need
And say things you don't mean
If you could end it right now
Would you be able to sleep

[Verse]

I'm tired ?
I'm switching out ?
?
I need to get a grip before I end up like them
Hung over at 45 trying to remember where years went
Don't get in out of shape cause some of these statements ?
And my eyes look glossed from not sleeping in awhile
Lose my head every time
Lose my mind every day
Some how I end up in these same same spots
Call me a loser for not going any where
But an empty room filled with promised failure
I seem to be mad at the world
But I get nothing in return
Call me out when I give in
Call me a failure when I hide from myself in all these ?
All I can do is to stay alive is keep my head in the clouds
Stay away from all the lawyers and ?
If I'm playing for keeps I'm betting more than my life
Let the days grow old
If you let me know how it feels to be famous

[Verse]

The remedial dream to have bomb at the door mat
The flower with the teeth that learned to eat while your running
While we were playing with toy guns
The bullets more real
You can always last ?
Behind their lawling tongues
They say that ?
Playing hooker with the soulmate
?
These are eye lids that hack
?
Stadium metialic these are snakes in the grass
?
I choose to enable
So you can see how they see
Beneath the ?
Where we bury ourselves
Praying to things that can't happen
The burning heart with desire
We can't pretend that we don't see
The bodies rotting in the sun
Stepping stones without cautious
And how they hip cup and wink
And yet the watcher keep moving
Ready for ?
Wasting time to ?
? to hes ribs
What keeps them outside
Digging out the garden
Making names of seests
Watching him grow old bones
Now we face this life
?
The child work into a frenzy
All of hes hearers are dead
Call him pointed but ?
Beneath the mask
The rhythm of the cut throat
?