Between the Buried and Me - White Walls [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The monsters are made
And we have proven that we'll be one of them
The whores take the stage
The whores take the stage
Flash our skills
Gotta draw 'em in
Gotta keep 'em on their toes
On their toes!

Don't show them who you truly are
Who would want honesty?
Who would want a group of people that one can relate with? [x2]

They have to look up
Simple peasants
Who the fuck thinks we can all be on a similar plane? [missing lyric]

We need worship

We need devotion
Becoming gods from the image that is thrown
Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort. [x2]

It's not a musical journey anymore
They chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time
Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound
Puppets for a greed-driven carnival
The same charade as the passing years
Force me out there

Don't give them a chance. [x2]

They want to be fed
Fed a simple replication of past greatness

Step back
(Evaluate. Recognize.)

We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventually
Get out of this closed off circle
We are part of
We are part of
Get out of this closed off circle
Get out of this closed off circle
It's all the same

This is all we have
When we die
It's what's left of us
When we die

We will be remembered for this [x4]

White walls! [x4]