Vents - Existential Absurdity [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Once again in your dimension
This is all original and brand new

I walk around with a frown, blood on my fists, living covered in piss
Nihilist; nothing exists and love is a myth
Hand relief in the bathtub, cutting my wrists
I drop the mic - crime scene - cops dusting for prints
Burn reefer slow realising nothing but bliss
Battle rap, cack, fuck you your mother's a bitch
Bad role model vents be like Motley Crew
Rendevous in the clouds helicopter view
Cops got a five by nine plot for you
And prisons is private now so they can profit too
Smoking White Ox, crime not sound so fresh
Drug dealers and shylocks want their pound of flesh
Broken bone sound effects, dreaming of sex
Sharing bunk beds, cigarettes - leave me the rest
Dream of success
A little bit of weed on your breath is alright
But for the love of god keep off the meth. (You know!)

[Hook]
[Beat change]

I been sick in the main frame my mates is feeling the same pain
Tossed in a bad place, powerless to make change
Looking for meaning
Anything to give me a reason to keep breathing
Depression the demon that keep creeping
Getting even with god and telling people he gone
And ignore that mother fucker 'till he really respond
My whole life I kind of felt I never really belong
Hanging with the knuckleheads, taking hits from the bong
Sleeping on Debris' couch in the golden era
We holed up with hip hop in the coldest winter
You not leaving 'till you finish your dinner and made your bed
All the bones in my arse are like a razor edge
My mentality is melancholy in a laboratry
Making rhymes is considered in the villan category
Fundamentalists and infidels
I got fucked by the industry once
But I would never kiss and tell