Themselves - Revenge of the Fern [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Doseone]

Revenge of the fern...
Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane
Click o.k
It's hurting your babies
Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease...

Who is it...
A simple question assumes the bounty and temptation of bait...
Does this hurt
Screeches the chattering churn of Persephone's fate
Determining machine. as its humongous simple scrapes
At large wowing chronological mommies prize
And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity
A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity
Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies
Such harmony...pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism

Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls between it shudder and split
Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter
Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us...
A wish to be part of gears...made of parts...
Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears...
So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny
The foreseeable right now...pushing for tangible...unhinged...
Pushing for fuel vital to bolts...
Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky...
Energy is both...fuel and separate existed until we...then its...
Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness
In all the sure shock of good wiring
And bad example...crisp blue grey example
Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid
Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity...it depends
Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete
As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking

Killer conventional kills house plants
Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and
Powers refinement...a killer's refined...

Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind
Aren't we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water
Watch the young thing suck volts and chew snapping binary jaws
It hates our codes with technical difficulty
So what's hunted used to flick the switch and now
The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny
Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function
Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still
Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just
Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina
We dug the iron from...

State of the art more like desire of the kings
And their smoldering less
Everything's a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft
So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery...

The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer
Are getting sharper, we're there
Will we do nothing and have it no other way...
Science lives, skylines crushing our chest...
Someone stop the curbs from bleeding
Last monkey born out of captivity now dies...
An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared...
Click return is hit...extinction...