Spit Syndicate - The Creditors [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]
I believe that, everything that we do in this world comes back
Every act full circle like running on a track
And I'm not saying I'm always comfortable with that
Got some demons of my own that I hope don't ever catch me up
Such were thoughts that I shuffled this night
The shift work hustle, waiting for my bus to arrive
But I dropped what I was holding in an instant
I caught a glimpse of a group of people that had gathered in the distance
Walking towards me, down the middle of the street
Feet moving in time, like they were written to a beat
They got closer, I noticed their faces
Didn't recognise any of 'em but I watched on in amazement
They looked like the townspeople of Salem
The last line of defense in Berlin before the city was taken
Man, woman and child of all different ages
They were bound by something as they took to the pavement
I looked for a flag, were they marching for a cause
Or carrying a cross, like an army of the Lord's?
But they weren't heading for the courts, or for parliament lawn
They had vengeance in their eyes, unmasked and forlorn
They walked right past me, as if I wasn't there
A young girl caught me staring, and turned
She looked me in my eyes, said "no need to be scared
You see they took what was ours, and now we coming for theirs, we are the creditors"

[Hook:]
We are the creditors, they call us the creditors
And we've come to collect, from all that indebted us
We are the creditors, they call us the creditors
Every name, every face, every word that was said to us
Any innocence ever taken, we're taking back
The world, the whole world will fade to black
Hear the cries of the forsaken, let it wake 'em
In the dead of the night, you could hear the ground shaking like..

You could hear the ground shaking like…
You could hear the ground shaking like…

[Verse Two: Nick Lupi]
I’ve been told that revenge is one best served cold
But this night was sweltering
No shelter in a city of the sin
The sort of heat that can make your clothes stick to your skin
But it made no difference to them;
They marched on
In row upon row that stretched like forever
Not birds of a feather but they walked together
Some in rags, some robes, some everyday clothes
From every page out of the books, they rose
The left behind, the long forgotten
Some had watched from their villages as the bombs were dropping
Some had their churches torched, their land was taken
Knives in the back while hands were shaking
Or maybe caught in the cross fire, strays from the weapons
Or torn by the taunts to hate their reflection
The evilest of acts, too depraved to mention
I studied each face in succession
Maybe sold out by a government, ignored by the reverend
Betrayed by the people that were meant to protect 'em
History books had done their best to forget them
But tonight they'd rewrite the ending
And it was too late for redemption
All manner of debts they'd came to collect 'em
No tears left, just empty stares
You see they took what was ours and now we're coming for theirs
We are the creditors

[Hook:]

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For as long as we can remember
The human race has made a habit of exploiting, cheating and betraying one another
Shit, entire countries and empires have been built on this habit
Many still are but the way I see it, no act is linear
Everything comes back around
And one day, all those who have fallen victim to the ugliest side of mankind will return;
They will rise up. They will come for theirs. They are any and every person who whom something is owed
They are the creditors