Swordplay - Papier Mâché [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: x2]
I’m made of papier-mâché
When I wake up, it’s lights out and then I like to wander away

Well, I’ve been skull fucked with a musket
And I don’t trust it
I’m rusty like lusting after young love with no substance
I’ve stumbled my way out of a jungle tumbling all about without making any footprints
And I’m stuck in the pit with cottonmouth and no limbs
In a belligerent Zen. I must have been up daydreaming on a GRTC city bus again
A combustible engine, water pumps and skin
Simon says nothing of note to sovereign me
I dream of then and your words, and I need a pinch
An aluminum bat in my face and I won’t flinch
And I don’t give a fuck about how much he can bench
See, there’s money on the line and money’s money all the time, but this time I’m in line for a live show mindfuck
I’m spinning with the Fan blades
I’m dancing on a table with a hand grenade
Tap dance, three A.M. strange arcades, arcane matter, sound fades…
Ear wax made of forgotten memories, I pick at it with a pick axe and pixilated skew on things perhaps
The nuances sting. And I don’t get gravity or self-made maps
It never happened, It was bound to collapse
I’m on that same plane with a fate that I can’t cash
Have you ever met a pack of scientists that could not split an atom?
I’m picking it apart and spittin' the littlest bits at 'em
Adam and Eve’s coffin
A sleeping bag for two. Use fabric softener often
I got Planet Earth and a bionic dolphin
But you’re in the middle of a kissing contest
Walk up in the club with radioactive bling
Get carried away on a pterodactyl wing
Personal attack, I castle my king
Take the cockpit and make the captain sing
Sing me to sleep. I’m on my feet
I’ve got a secret that I really can’t keep
But it reeks of insincerity
And five years later I don’t dare to say “prepare yourself for disparity”
Because I am a parody of my former self, no clarity
Like time on a watch on a wrist in a fight
I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine

[Hook: x4]