Transcendent - Hourglass [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The sun skitters slow below the black hole horizon/
As light is bereft by the backbone and eyelids/
Of Mother Earth, enticed by the Time Father's vice grip/
On every child's mind, mental corridors and islands/
Inciting a war, the walls and the floors shake/
The bogs and moors bubble, bastions and morgues quake/
Crafted of glass, the past, it endures breaks/
Before being smashed and rehashed in the doorway/
Adore way too many of these craftsmen who portray/
The facts in a tattered manner, saddest of the fortes/
A planet that's inhabited by savages who ravage the land/
Who grapple at any chance to claim the grass and the sand/
Whose capacity for passionate growth and expansion/
Is incapacitated, banished still until it's demanded/
Again, unhanded by iron fist by which we're commanded/
Placed in power, now stuck in the situations we've landed/
Ourselves, I'm asking for help, an action that's dealt/
With didactic fashion: acid pelts, harassment, and welts/
Seeing past the puppet strings instead of grabbing at wealth/
Is strange and ghastly to the public, but impactive itself/
I want to burn currency, forge armor out of loose change/
I want to capture every dragon that you've had to slay/
I want to turn the world we've known back ash and clay/
Rejuvenate the future and slowly piss the past away/
I want to ascertain the whereabouts of active brains/
Gather them in masses cause they care enough to grab the reins/
Gravitate to other galaxies and blast away/
The strategy? To patch together palisades in outer space/
I breathe cosmic dust, exhale nebulas/
A nebulous entity intent on tearing retinas/
From regular perceptive focuses, overloading it/
With bits of hidden wisdom not found in written codices/
Encoded in the coldest wind, hottest flames, flower sprouts/
Ivory tower power bouts are meaningless on all accounts/
All our doubts compounded couldn't barricade this powerhouse/
We're powerless? Wrong; just know that every single hour counts/

[Refrain]
Technological monoliths operated for the wrong reasons/
The current surges make it hard to feel my heart beating/
Self-destruction manifested in the pilfering/
Confusion's an illusion; can't you hear the wind whispering?/
[X4]