R.U.I.N. - Ejection [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
“We don’t smoke, or drink, or swear, we’re pure to the core.” /
“Oh shit we forgot our smokes at the liquor store” /
Yo, all I see are gluttons/ puffing/ till it hurts their stomach/
Thinking that this life is worth nothing/
They’re ignoring the ancient prophetic words of rage spoken/
Now all Hell has been let loose, and Satan’s cage opened/
But he’s got nothing to chase cause all of them run to him/
And he’ll lead them by apathy to places that are dim/
To where you can shop/ till you drop/ and listen to your Christian Pop/
Where you can be a Blackman and still be a W.A.S.P./
You can tell me to stop/ but truth is the consumer creed from
The Cindys to the Sams/ is “I shop therefore I am” /
The tight rope you walk will snap back like a rubber band/
And the right hope you mock will rap back like a mother mad/
Hating the west/ maybe a global trend/
But you don’t have to stress/ their already dead/

(Hook) (X2)
There’s a difference between running the block and running on the block/
I know, I’ve done’em both, I’ve done’em a lot so/
I’m gonna tell ya what you oughta hear, not what you wanna hear/
If we continue how we’re living, I gotta get outta here/

(Verse 2)
You arrange yourself around a TV in high Def./
And because of it your mind has a short depth/
But it keeps us safe, and secure, and idle/
In the ancient days we would have called you an idol/
You desensitize us to the vile/ if I ripped up
The floor tile by tile/ I’d find dead rotting bodies/
Of those who missed the sign posts and lived in denial/
Killing themselves so they could buy an Audi/ all the while/
Reality is a blood trench slaughterhouse/ it’s tripping me out/
But in your fantasy it’s a nice Mickey Mouse/
Then when your people’s/ kids plan/ with illegal/ contraband/
Your tiny world wasn’t just rocked; your world was avalanched/
Yo you go to war, and your kids act like you but
You’re keeping it musical/ with the Seussical/
Cause Horton hears a who/ to kill them all/
Because a victim is a victim no matter how small/

(Hook) (X2)

(Verse 3)
Yo, truth, runs my mind, like God runs the Earth/ it gives
And takes away then I ask what I’m worth/ and he
Humbles me in the sight of all this/ cause he
Can turn a city into a necropolis/ but the
Meaning of this next line you’ll learn is encrypted/ you can’t
Sit on the fence sign cause God burned the bridge with it/
Cause mostof my old friends say ‘Fuck the world’ but make love to it/
And in their stupidity, they all choose to succumb to it/
In my critique of suburbia/ I know that the Hood is in a hurry ta/
Be just as bad and it worries our/
Consumer society that buys magazines/
With celebrities who smile but like you die in agony/
Pleasure- not pain- is the death knell of meaning/
A measure of how you live your life is your pace of breathing/
Cause if you breath quickly, so anxiously/
You’re too close to Death’s kiss, when it just aches to be/

(Hook) (X2)