Unonimus - Thinking [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I refuse to be average
But I got the meanest flow
My modes switch quick as my moods and my habits
Time is the temptress that swoons on the mattress
My mind is the gimp that drools for her assets
A shrine for her victims, a tool she can access
A sign of the limits that can prove problematic
But a kind of invention too useful too grasp it
Chance is the question, either it's
Divine intervention or "ooh well it happens"
The rhyme is the litmus that chooses the faction
Or kind of the prison that you will inhabit
The soul is the positive groove of the magnet
The world is the negative that's used to attract it
Whether you're a Zues or a maggot
Know you are prone to the noose in attic
It's waiting for ya
It's almost like its safer in the basement for ya
The world has been tainted for ya
Living life in the fast lane, your will has turned to blazing rubber, take another
I'm walking on the sun, bare footed
The irony: it's not that hot
Yesterday, I went to the moon, guess what
It turned out it was really just a big fat rock
We're told that the sky is the limit but
What does being told there's a limit give us
I can't believe people even listen to this stuff
Myself included, isn't it enough
That we're tricked into loving the hand that doesn't feed us
And nitpicking trust worthy people that believe in us
Keep it up and they'll have us on our knees for the
Rest of our lives till they're no longer needing us
Being six feet deep and unappreciated
Unremembered, that's like my biggest fear
Some revel in being disconnected
Me, I'd much rather be blissfully aware
Cause even when ignorance is bliss
You're ignorant to your bliss, listen here
If you'd rather not know cause it's safer
You might as well be hearing impaired
Something you might want to sit down and think on
Is the exact reason why you don't know what's happening
Is it because you purposely choose to
Or is something in your brain being tampered with
One thing I've never been big on
Is having an opinion on every single thing I hear about
Sometimes I just want to watch on and plot on
Stop looking into the glass and pull the mirror out

[Chorus]
Lately I've been thinking bout the
Things I want to be the one
To change and I want my name on it
Whenever it's done
Lately I've been thinking bout
The fame that I could gain this
From being preachy and
Claiming that fame ain't important
I'm Insolent, indolent
Indulgent, and ignorant
To what I say but I still
Speak it with avid conviction
Seeming like I have a mission
Honestly that is my mission
Passive, submissive, vapid
Timid, a tad bit dismissive
Add all those up and you will
Find for sure that that's the sign
Of a cowardly, confused, and
Lost yet average mind
Lately I've been thinking bout the
People that I'm judging when
I turn my nose up at their actions
But how different
Am I when I turn my nose up at
Other people's lives
Sometimes acting like you care becomes
The trouble in disguise
Could cold indifference actually ever be enough? Don't know but
Lately I've been thinking about the fact that I think to much