Worthwhile - Journal of a Mad Scientist [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Late one night
I can balance the elements
They boil and smoke in the glass
I knew war was dead
But the struggle to control
The very fortress of who I am
I drink the potion from the flask
Admire myself in the mirror
I felt a god in my own skin
Here to keep me on top of the world
Free me from the reality I'm in

I awoke in the morning
With a smoke-free conscience
My creation waits upon the shelf
Double the dose
So, begins the struggle of man vs self
My every act, and every thought
Consumed by this drink
I would punch through the window
Impaled-looking grin
I can barely recognize him
I've become a stranger in my own skin

I have an angel on my shoulder
And a demon on the other
Whisper in my own ear
I only hear what I want to hear
I am my doctor and my patient
And now my remedy became my enemy
With the same craving I sought to flee reality
It seems this high is doing
The same thing right back to me

This old medicine has let the demons in
But there ain't no bottle in all the world
Like that dear little bottle of mine

Back alley existence
What have I become?
A wash up, a has been
My head hung low in a gutter's puddle
I saw a monster in my own skin

I was not consuming something
Something that was consuming me
I wish I would've paid consent
When this all began
I threw it all away
I destroyed, didn't create
Here is the journal of a mad scientist's end
Here again, as I to lay down the pen
And proceeded to seal up my confession
I bring the life of an unhappy man
To an end