P.O.S. - Ants [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: P.O.S.]

Mister of course
AKA of course
Wake up lost
In the sleep walk
I'm dreamin about
The days I'll be outlined in chalk
I’m feeling (*yawn) a little groggy
But yeah, I remember now
Back to the hunt
The individually wrapped servants now
Suck the fuckin’ life out of ‘em!
Packaging we need more packaging
Computers, computers please
All the robots eyes are wired now
Back in the swing of things
They sing for the distraction it brings
I flap my jaws cuz I’m the one
Who works the crap outta these things
Fuck ‘em. Every day’s my birthday
I’ll make and break these insects
Then I send them on their way
Pay me. Hoping flip the switch
And some more electric now
We squeeze the peoples
Till the loose stools flies out
They go without, I go with
Coffee, teas and grabbin’ a slice of cake
I make these empty little emcees
And fill ‘em up great
Ha, keep working
The big return is lurking
Just keep on marching kid
Just keep on marching kid

(Chorus)

It’s movin’ inch by inch
It’s movin’ grain after grain
Movin’ one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that’s it

Inch by inch
Moving grain after grain
Moving one by one
For the universal brain
Never flinch to get squished
Never stop consuming shit
Just move your fucking legs for the queen
And that’s it

[Verse 2: Toki Wright]

Hop on top of a silo
I’m screaming out for survival
I’m face to face with my rivals
My papermate is my rifle (FIRE!)
Down in that ant hole
You can follow disorder
Put a stop to production
All soldiers across the border
And boarded up tenements
Residents they’re spendin’ and send ‘em with
She smoked her life away
Lady the baby’s innocent
So, don’t ever go against the grain
Cuz a rope is hangin for you off the frame
Of mind a changing time you spent
She like: I ain’t chaning mine
Well I can’t worry ‘bout your money
You can stay behind
You’re closed minded
You can’t see through the opening
I’m from the home of more rednecks
Than bowling pins
Inches by inches
We’re swimmin’ down through the trenches
The room will fill up with tension
The instant we hit the entrance
The black army ant
Just watch you can’t get rid of me
Loud in your crowd
Like Mussolini in Italy

(Chorus)