RaphaelThaGreat - Revelations [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
Hello your royal highness/ revelations reached its peek/
Giants/ from the sky come down so they can feed/ upon the weak/
Beasts/ that feast/ on every scream/
As well what’s left of the deceased/ I just wish/ this/
Was a dream/ so I can try and go to sleep/ this is crazy/
And maybe/ we’ve only brought this on ourselves/
I can’t help/ but feel we have so we can’t blame nobody else/
We’ve been warned/ now locusts swarm/ like storms/
From the earth/ we’ve been cursed/ for something worse/
Way before we reached birth/ now we’re melting inside the
Melting pot/ ready or not/ we’ve been given so many signs/
While time ticks on the clock/ now time is up/ earth erupts/
From the belly and gut/
While the lava inside the core starts to boil and bust/
Who do you trust?/ in this world when we know we’re all humans/
Who are destined to face the same fate/ barried in ruins/
Evolution/ has reached it’s due date/ not one of us chooses/
Everybody loses/ inside a world where all is polluted/


Chorus:
I’m in my fortress/ paintin’ portraits/ of these voices/
In my nightmares/ dreams of corpses/ ash and torches/
Way before I had a highchair/ rigamortis/ ain’t too gorgeous/
When it plays inside my ideas/ I don’t think we’re on the same/ page/
So I’ll wait for that to digest/


Verse 2:
Seven trumpets sounded signify apacolypse/ this could be the end/
Of everything and all of what exists/ imma 100 percent/
Sure none of this/ can be fixed/ so we embrace/ it/ and we take/ it/
As disaster starts to hit/ but we’ve gotta move quick/
For the rapture is coming soon/ and when it does the second coming
Of Christ/ will rise/ from his thomb/ whatever it is that you believe/
It won’t end beautifully/ we’re humanly/ incapable nor is there opportunity/
To succeed/ or survive against all odds/ so I’m racin’/ and I’m pacin’/
And I’m prayin’/ to the Gods/ is there something I missed/
Cause there’s gotta be more than this/ I could never predict/
That life would stick/ to the script/


Chorus:
I’m in my fortress/ paintin’ portraits/ of these voices/
In my nightmares/ dreams of corpses/ ash and torches/
Way before I had a highchair/ rigamortis/ ain’t too gorgeous/
When it plays inside my ideas/ I don’t think we’re on the same/
Page/ so I’ll wait for that to digest/