Zane Bradford - Congealed thoughts [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Brand new feel, tomorrow isn’t real said the veal eat like its your last meal in an eternity of neo, encoded matrix, an algorithm of stars and spaceships, enlace within the graces of faceless humans, a real life Truman on display, all pretend and play day to day grabbin pay in an effort to stay alive while others we deprive of the simplest meaning to life, echoing throughout the solar system a grim reminder, lost souls traded for gold finders, time re-winder, an attractive grinder spewing opportunities while viewing in disbelief a twisted chief of smokey release, I promise this will be brief, an imagination unleashed upon the world, a beautiful mural inspired by times unfurl, my name is earl as I step right into the light of a former plight, try to fight of past miss deeds by un-burning breads beneath my knees, over seas Godzilla breathes molten lava, a revolt against a stubborn lama chewing ganja, big bada boom its lilu, her mind blew away with just an average view of the city, a tad bit gritty is how I left Florida, order me down as red turns brown, finally with all this light I can see now a lost king without a crown traveling the underground railroad with intentions to sail home or which ever way the wind will blow downstream to a dream racing along side Steve McQueen as I twist a bottle for extra steam, nitrous fiend in a five speed, world class tremec inspiring a panepedemic please someone call mustang medic!