Solillaquists of Sound - Heroes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Swamburger]
I approach life with open arms, lessons learned, toting palms
That tell the future close enough to keep me out of harm's bluff
But can't seem to save a single thing
Who's afraid of evil's theme, constituents of time, and people's dreams?
Far from the norm we appear quite average
No mask, no costume, no pre-exposed lavish
I manage to cure cats with courtesy constant
Some oppose, uphold, backpedal my content
Imagine having power over misused authority to free the captivated
But the captured ignores the intent imprint indented on forehead
Victims run from help and want more of what's force-fed
My kryptonite is that which governs bodies in the present
Like a president where tyranny is evident and evidence for all to see
But even with a palm to read people trust superficial scrutiny wit more than all of we
You trust police more than we could ever be
Which says a lot for life and the obedience in policy
But not a single thread of your emotion is available
When you're offered gifts of potential and creative view
In the end my super powers tend to weaken
While inner demons summon humans to be them while thinking of another convenience
Apparently I'm just preaching; okay
Murder, murder, kill, kill; now we're even

[Hook]
(Heroes)
For the love of the people, equal standing on ground zero with you
But I wanna better by-product
What are my options, honest?
I want (heroes)
But enough ain't enough when you want a way to live without wanting to give that hundred percent back
Cause that could be the death of another hero, hero, hero
(Heroes)
What about 'em?
(You're my only hope to save the day)

[Verse 2: Alexandrah]
It's a trick you stick to me
Take my heart, wear it on your sleeve
And toss it aside for cleaning cause you soiled and spoiled the meaning
Minus thinking twice of my gift to being
Without ever lifting a finger, without ever losing a dream
I found that self-held hostages are stocked with ways
In popular demand for ridding of malaise
By bidding only in the brain being at ease with ideas and speech
You wanted my advice
Suffice to say
Took knowing trophy held my wise at bay
Without ever guessing for seconds and without ever taking a day
They refuse a move into it, just a step into it
Simple, I've been through its equal and intuit
Acquainted friends they reach and breach my ingredient of feeling
With seething greediest intent on killing
Questions of character coming up quick
Sue me or sew me on armor, your wish
Without credit sent on my way
With only ghost of point you missed

[Hook]