StapleMouth - SunSpark in a Black Hole [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

Stengthened by a protective thought of an insecured child...
Muted by deadbeat guidance...
And it worsens when age presents an outer influence...
Everything equipped at birth...believed to be obsolete...
Deceit: a test to rekindle ones intuition
Forgetting a path was contracted...
Growing to overstand the fine print jargon...

Longing to be distant of whats presented....
Imagination burnt a hole through the lid of my eyes....
Every thought no modeled in 3D...
Structures...manifested via alchemical device....
Brewed in that boiling burden that rest on your shoulders...
The reason your shoulders exist...
A formula that repeats to the feet...
Flawless from nest to chest...

Its moments like these....
I am trained to forget....
Dismiss and regret....
Viscera complex....
Retreat by holding ones breath...
Digested mirrors induce progress....
Dueling self in a holodeck to the death...
Deepseeded clearing sprout after neglect...
Anger....reflection...compassion...respect...

Just a glimpse...

Draining cycle that compliments each revolution...
Piece by piece...
Each segment of emotion... spearheads into the next one....
Overwhelmed by the nit-picky gold-diggers....
Spliced experiments released in nature...
Ventured out the center of circling vultures...
Returning home with a list of accomplished endeavors...

Chorus

I was sold the idea to volunteer as a co-creator..
Then I was born to the idea that all prior agreements was superstition...
Delivered head first from a black hole...
Now I am trying to crawl my way back in...

Verse 2:

Each second carves an intention...
Devoured kindred...
Enlighten brethren...
From past experience...
Start at the ending...
Backtrack to the origin...
Acknowledge the lesson...
Wonder aimlessly into the next step...
Asunder images of perplexed kids...
Flounder then spark creativity in depths...
Carried like a lantern...

By a higher self...

Intergrate a deadman with breathing patterns...
String a pendulem to a ring of saturn retrograde...
The gravitational pull of tides...Orchestrate the fall and rise..of the ocean in each body...
Conducted by a sterling moon which peeled a shadow...
Naked for man to wallow center stage...hollowed

As it hides again...

Motionless till tugged from there to now...
Slumber wide-eyed...with sweat on your brow...
Endowment of the crown commenced
Before learning to speak...
Cheat death...born with an answer sheet...
Just peak...
Beset by the secret which encompass a breath...
Unkept inner-temple that needs to be swept...
Destroy then erect...

Crack of Dawn


Constant construction with a holographic vision
Throne room with a levitating thinking chair guarded passionately by a tetrahedron...
A door blew open by the gasp of a dying man...
Awaiting the silence to swallow his presence...
Surfacing now with a spear in your skull..

Chorus

I was sold the idea to volunteer as a co-creator..
Then I was born to the idea that all prior agreements was superstition...
Delivered head first from a black hole...
Now I am trying to crawl my way back in...