PuKe King - Guilt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Feels like I am wasting space now
I don't wanna see my face
Cos mirrors keep me in my place
And I'm a waste of space

[Verse]
I'm a waste of space, that's what the folk call me
I'd earn some back if I only spoke prop'ly
Instead spoke softly, I mean speak softly
To the point I'd enrage strangers, awfully
Kind of those who spoke to my face
Instead I get messages every other day
I don't check or respond very often I'm passive
My sickness is real, my sickness is catching
My quickness is thought and my wit is the quickest
My wick is a fuse but I'm glad that I lit it
The explosion was forged, my signatures a dud
I'm not known for my thoughts, I'm not known for that much
But I'd bet my middle finger that I don't give a thanks
If you hold the door I open it just means that I can't
If you hold the door open it just means that I'm late
But the doors always closed so I guess I just wait

[Verse]
A waste of breath, that's what the climb feels like
I mean like, if I fall who's fault is it in real life?
Welcome to the real world, the world that feels the falsest
Full of drug addicts, adverts, alcoholics
I guess I'm all three, I'm addicted to adrenaline
I'm peddling my sedative and drinking til I settle in
But I've been here since birth, and I'm almost twenty
I'd settle for a hole but somehow they won't let me
And I don't know who they are, I accuse them with no proof
But I call them they with all I am, vagueness is uncouth
I'm sick of false crusades, to rid the world of 'they's
They're corrupt, they're the worst, they spill blood in our names
But we let them, so I guess that we are the same
They just do the work, we work hard to keep them paid
But try to keep sane and you might lose your brain
I'm too tired to make sense, besides I'd rather waste away