Poetic Death - Wolves [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Anabolic on the beat

[When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you're insane? Maybe you're just sitting around, reading "Guns and Ammo", masturbating in your own faeces, do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!"?]

[Verse 1: Poetic Death]

Yo, Full moon apocalyspe, nasty scenery
Word around the village is somebody's now a memory
I'm guilty as charged, but I've been hidin' from the sunlight
Identity not conclusive dwellin' in the night life
She had a little problem so I solved it, believe me
Had thoughts of suicide and so I make 'em a reality
These casualties are actually a fantasy
Corrupted mind states are inner chaining to your majesty
Blasphemy, she read about the death within the paper
And figured she will lock her front and back doors
And that would make her life safer
But little darling, this ain't a horror movie
And the villain doesn't get caught, the world will keep spinnin'
That's a fact number seven, because you woke up on the concrete
Police investigations found with an unsolved mystery
According to the photos left the scene a bloody misery
Forgot the gasoline tank to blow away the scenery
She's moving, I could of sworn I felt another presence
The night is still young, and I've been covering my footprints
What a perfect image, but I have to regress
Leave your body to the night life with the wolves to digest

[Verse 2 Jus Allah:]

I was searching for the person missing
I was trying to divert the suspicion
I overheard, got word of the perfect position
The murder hadn't occurred, I reversed the decision
She's a little beat up, but in workin' condition
Slight damage, she was in an apparent collision
I took advantage, didn't ask for her parent's permission
They're a terror at that age, they refuse to listen
She'll be safe under my care and supervision
Talked to all my two friends and abuse victims
I've done it plenty of times, it's a proven system
I'm insane, I was raised in a crazy family
Where we kill our own kind like Casey Anthony
Family comes first, murder at a close second
I don't know how I manage to keep them both separate
I keep it all to the stuff from what's mine
I want to keep all of the blood and the bloodline

(Hook: Poetic Death)

Yo this world is an illusion, and I'm it's execution
We take life's stalkin' our victims under the moonlight
So dare you take a gamble and sacrifice your life
Just another rotten body to the grave site
[2x]

Wolves

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world it didn't exist