Rustlah - Chasing Planes, Where I'm Going [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It was me and my shady slimer
Shadow boxing hitchhikers
Across lands of flat-scans Pabst cans and Bic lighters
Peep the state below, a perfect puzzle piece
You know what really puzzle me?
Is how she could love a freak
Who see shit with his third eye, from a birds eye
And order whiskey over ice
Paid a preposterous price
To live this awesome it's like
Everything I did in this life
Was just the cost to be the boss
Snapple fact, progress they got an app for that
One day I'll be in first class in a snap back
Studio tucked in the back pack
Like,"Nurse let's jet, before anyone has left yet
Bet! You know what time it is!"
Six dollar water bottles that's a hard pill to swallow
Made me dump my Gatorade at the gate
Just to hate!
What could possibly do with that, splash the pilot in the face?
People complain over delays
We're only miles away from space Ok?
You ain't feeling the flight, shucks catch a fucking bus
Guaranteed it'll be a month before you touch
Who Rus? He wet like aqueducts, ask the dust
Left behind a plane full of robots
That know not to talk to much
Plus they lost their sense of touch to these phones that they clutch
But you only live once
So do whatever you want

I see the world for what it is
I'm really just a big kid
Fasten up for safety or take a piss in turbulence
When the lightning surges hit, my shadow dips
The wingtips split, theres no way their getting fixed
Pray to your god of choice in hopes that it exists
As we slip into the mist, time goes slower and slower
Falling faster and faster
Follow the posters, do what you supposed to
Masks falling from they holsters
Glasses clashing on they coasters
Riding on this roller coaster
California cobra soldier
My shadow nowhere to be seen
It's doing work for the jerk
Before we merge with the Earth
These words must disperse
They're all I'm really worth, my life's work
Slimer whispers in the ears of everybody sitting near
And plants the thought that what they want to hear is right here
My mouth becomes a mic, my hands morph to amps
My mind begins to move, my lips deem to dance
"Hear Ye, hear me, loud and clearly. This is Rus
We're all about to die, and this is what it does
Death gets in you
No continues
Only Win/Lose
All your issues, do not matter
Here we go now falling faster
When we crash we all will splatter
Pieces scattered…

And at that destination my shadow's sitting waiting
Smoking cigs with satan, placing wages which I'm taking
The road to the left is headed up, the journey rough enough
The road below goes to that place ya'll know is paved in coal
My vacant soul, contemplates it's ancient goal
It may just break the mold
I decide to take the stairway up to Yahweh
It took me all day till I reached his hallway
We spoke for hours but he didn't get the real me
Lemme get a minute, for the devil knows what killed me
He threw me from the clouds, I hit the ground
Satan and my shadow still screwing around
Lucifer Light-bringer, fallen archangel, cards up on the table
With hands full of paid dues said
"I too have met the man who made you, we spoke as well
I should tell, I deemed it weak to serve in heaven
When I could reign in Hell."
They call it Fell, all in fallen place of putrid pollen
Lost souls crawling it's tortured orchards, formed
From swarms of corpses
And It seemed like just a portion of where I spent my days alive
Besides Beezelrus could see the angle's dust
With no idea what their angle was
I chose the path never travelled, with no enticing apples
Purest form, posted where every world was born