Coaxial - It's Not My Voice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Someone spoke my name
A hidden voice in the drops of rain
Believing that it was their was making me insane
Hypnotical shepherd wishes for me to count his sheep
So that he can probe my mind
Once I fall asleep
"Understand your name is Chris, memorize this
Stay away from darkness you might realize who you are
And that would be taking it too far"
No matter how clever if we act rash we will die together
Adding them in their search to become mortals forever
The nymphanoid principle, plastic void carcass
Robotic and heartless selecting the next victim
Of the hominid harvest
Stumbling and numb the zombies scatter in fright
In the distance a checmically imbalance beam of light
Is shooting off to the left and shooting off to the right
Transfixed lies the subject blinded searching for the handhold
From the shock of the realization I could only
Rise and stand cold
It's not my voice that's inside my head they've been controlling me
And I am almost dead
It's not my choice to make a decision instead, I'll just keep strolling
On the leash walking the direction that I'm lead
It's not my voice that's inside my head

My soul is lost there isn't anything that would cost me
The ability to gain freedom from the clutches of the wretched people
Conductive to the seductive convincing me that I am equal
It sounds harmonizing a conniving when it's dressed in sweets
It's disguised by the language that they've taught me to speak
That's a minor flaw if they don't control us all
But soon the fear will crawl if we withstand the call
Or so they say that is the voice that I obey
No longer awoke from the dreamstate and felt the hunger
In my belly that is eating me alive starvation
Being the only reason I've realized that I've survived
Placed in a rut from the injections in my gut
They've pumped all the milk from mother earth's nipples
And will drain our sacs till the dehydrate the temple
I'm a systematic mull number 78 in the statistic pool
Sometimes my microchips duel causing me to twitch and drool
Creating high pitched noised sounds forcing me to hibernate
Underground with plans to escape the constant incision
Make a permanent decision vibrant waves of realization
Spiral down my tunnel vision clear cut my addiction is words
And the music, the music from which they will emerge