SkullCap - Summer Rose Of The Civil Lynch [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Impale it then disable the surveillance
But that entails our failure will result in being jailed
Once hailed as the hero, now a worn and used punching bag
Bending the fabric of time and space when I finish a sentence
Irking the rationale of your murking pals
The zen prodigy has entered the room
Grasping the range of my attacks with melee tactics
Unleash my wrath til I collapse in the back of a car and pass out
Wake up in a new city and wonder what it’s all about
Let’s start over here and keep it simple
People like my rhyming so I’ll keep it clean

Conflict after conflict, all fallen iconoclasts
No surprise to the concerned, those tuning in are astonished last
Laughter is a myth, fairy tale for those living in bliss
Willfully choosing to dismiss problems in ignorance
They swear that’s all I talk about, but I’m just tryna fill the gap
A lot of people didn’t show to demand the return of liberty sapped
Epitomes of why continuum shift never sheds a different ending
Born gifted to mend torn instances of talks we are suspending
Like strange fruit

Like strange fruit
We say the hangings are a civil lynch
A marionette's simple trick, a criminal cinch

That’s some symbolism for what happens with no petition
Skip the investigation if nobody bothers to listen
Truthful information is useless without acceptance
Lies can manifest just as easy with calming presence
Presence and presents have gone from homonym to synonym
Because of pointless distance we make important business
Lift up the crestfallen, the best of us have been calling
For proper synopsis of who invest in tale talling
Play victim when it’s uncovered that their victimizing spreads
Dead the faulty ideology so we can move forward
Revenge is now a trend and all the energy we spend
Instead of bettering ourselves, we pick up shields and swords
Running away with their tails between their legs
Cowardice empowers me to scour until I encounter
Their method of evasion used to win the race
Concluding that the apples in the garden of eden taste
Like strange fruit

Like strange fruit
We say the hangings are a civil lynch
A marionette's simple trick, a criminal cinch

That summer night holding long and long, din long
Now waiting on that summer rose, and breathe, and breathe x2