Torres - God Complex (prod. IGNORVNCE) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Where are my people

I was far away
Away from you

Teary eyes that's All I knew

God forbidden god has stricken

Hands on my clock have stopped ticking

I know this ain't livin

Because livin' ain't supposed so fucking hard


Elevated minds stay desolate apart

Isolation we're cold and apart

Location far away from the heart

I knew I was a black sheep from the start

Far away from the herd

And the shepard's words

But loneliness is the tip of the iceberg

And I write till I find

Salvation on the other side of my mind

And even if I didn't

I still live in hell

Purpose with your wishes at the bottom well

Sanity's thoughts and the shit that I dwell

I fell
And that's a fact I can admit

But in the process I caused an eclipse
With the energy that I emmit
Now to just commit
Or suffer this


I never meant to be this way
Running out of things to say everyday
In a way
But I still got things I wanna say
All a part of the prophecy

How often
Do people put themselves in a coffin

Expanding the minds we get lost in
In the skull cap I'm locked in

And I feel I'm on the outside looking in

Witnessing from a third person perspective

Lost my mind now its time to play detective

What am I detecting
What were you suspecting
All I needs affection

Im malnourished
This story of a boy who lost all courage

Last but not least
I arrive at the feast
Turns out now I'm in the belly of the beast

This is not what I asked for

One dark thought and it turns into a blackhole

I know I felt different
Since we was children

Not a hero not villain

Somewhere in the spectrum

I would toss ideas to see if i can still catch them

Cause if i flip it, can't I invent something

Spending all day on innocent creations

Mary shelly shit now I'm fighting my creations

Gonna follow me till death and cremation

With the allegations

Tryin to reach my destination

Recollecting times where radio stations

Were the garden of eden

All i believed in

That me myself and I were different from these heathens

One day I will grow up
And we will all be eating

But until then I'm respectably retreating

Putin distance between me and these cretins

Barrel rolling and I'm out of control
Looking for bank rolls and pesos

But mirrors bend my path at different angles

Fallen angels and envious chatter from these chained souls

Notebooks with blank rows
Its a problem that's age old

Minus well go chill out on the railroads

Still looking for my mind like that scarecrow

In need of a Miracle