Brian Gonser - Chapter 3 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
I refuse to be a number, yeah
Said I refuse to be a number, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
But I know it takes (time)
I know it takes (time)
I refuse to be a number
Yeah, I refuse to be a number
I refuse to be a number but I know it takes (time)
I know it takes (time)

[Verse 1]
Never stepping on my pedals
Flowers at my feet, it's like i'm dancing with the devil
But I never miss a beat, let me tango with your mental
We defined by these numbers, let me live through my potential like nobody ever had it (had it, had it)
Life ain't so dramatic
Drinking on solution, never passing mathematics
But my future cinematic, new season, same actor
Religion ain't as different, same God, new pastor
What the fuck is going on nowadays? I don't know
Heaven when i'm writin' cause' i'm painting where I won't go
Solo dolo, live from suburbia
He fiendin' for the money, bet he'll whip in hypothermia
My life an open book but everything ain't what it seems
Livin' with my fears, intertwined with the green
It controls me too, don't choose to be a number
Join me when I say it, I refuse to be a number

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
As I discover what I ponder, wonder what i’m searching
Gray that I be laying got my demons really working
Loving who i’m saving, saving who i’m hurting
4 missed calls, not one for the curtain
Just another number, just another different person
Chain reacting got me scratching on the ceiling of my sermon
Smile so fake that the system made you generate
Losing everyday so who am I to fuckin’ celebrate?
I’d never hate another one of me but that’s false
Clones, different homes, with the same exact pulse
With the same exact mobile, media ain’t social
Opposite of positive, the greed exceeds global
I’d never hate another one of me but that’s wrong
Clones, different homes, sing the same exact song
Rip the same exact bong, buy the same exact thongs
To be an individual, watch you play along as I know it

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]
Use to never get the invite
Now, they bump at these parties
Peep the pupils in my insight
I fly high, Jeff Hardy