Zane Bradford - Retribution [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Retribution

Open close; all those who would oppose the flow, pulled down under toe, to see you have to glow, crack the window, porthole mouth leading only south, someone let us out we cannot continue to live without! With one last breath entrapped by death, have we reached hell yet, no don’t you get it were in it! No matter which way you spin it the pins are hit, oven lit with the house on fire, quick run up the spire to acquire a higher view, birds eye to spy through glass eyes, cat singed, off a hinge the door makes a cringe, a bridge of light insight in spite of a dark gloomy night, the fire burns sight to white, as the kite passes right of the sun, an angle has become ferocious, quick quote this, flying in the open host has lost connection with reality, an abnormality known as mortality lacking morality, the cuts are to deep, so shallow and cheap, flowers thrown them in heap, make the leap in opportunity to compete for salary. Damn vegetarians