Coaxial - The Collapse Of Polaris [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Since the night the stars fell out the sky
I hold my head in my hands thinking of ways to say goodbye
There were nights when the bright lights of polaris formed ill conceptions
But now I walk the wastelands of idle torture with no directions
Spare meat cylinders, afterwards backwards reversed captured
Hollograms in the sediment regurgilate the millipede finishing one leg of the journey
Hobbling of balance fractured wings tips create difficulty with movements
Translucents appear fluent in the language of doom, cuaterized fingertips from hells pits
Lack feeling to grip a natural explanation to the touch dialect broken freely
Uttered from the mouth of conniving to easy, I don't care if you believe me
Because I believe myself in a world gone dark with dusty bibles on the shelf
Oh my gods! Been hypnotized echo reflected of the face of the faint star
Sight straining seeks solar but so far my sonar drips tar when it is spoken
That hot liquid smoking dragontooth flamelung sidestepping the martian's meaning
A garbage cycle mechanics keep repeating as worthless as the androids that recently surfaced
Circling the deep blue plummeting shades becoming distorted by the glossy views
Drifting silhouettes contaminate retrospect, the dark tide, the frightened bride
The psycho side, the death ride won't you kill me until I come alive
And won't you kill me till I come alive
Everything is visible from here
It's clear I can distinguish sounds with my ear
There's no fear of what my sight peers because it's clear
From here...
Which step shall I take which leg shall I break
If I parachute from this cliff which direction will I drift
It's meaningless if I stay here...
All is one individual molecules around the sun
Keep fighting till wars are won, until there's none left to fight
Except one the remaining plight, come together the butcher and the beggar
A spare slice a homely attitude with a little advice
The neighbors are screaming for the savior, he's not here, our hearts are made of beer
Keeping the filters clear everything is a possibility
But nothing will happen if I'm here...
Since the night the stars fell out the sky
I hold my head in my hands thinking of ways to say goodbye
There were nights when the bright lights of polaris formed ill conceptions
But now I walk the wastelands of idle torture with no directions

Drifting without control it feels good to my stagnant soul
There's no light for me to follow no flow of energy everything is hollow
Where am I at there's no feeling in this pitch black atmosphere the lights are gone out
With the bursting of the sphere wich leads me here completely unaware
Nurturing the soft molecules of the demon's glare and the holy infliction
From the jagged edge stained glass shard scars chemically imbalance retards
This stagnant pit fabricated pull pit fragmented my wits with flabbergasting bullshit
I feel the same as you souls cauterized from grasping what is true
Death - my life if I am dead would better than any of the lives I have lead
I am the nutcase that remains standing in the prison of my depression
Admiring my trivial obsessions that are no longer little through my perception
Maybe it's infection that makes us sick, maybe your hiding from the truth
And become infected because of it, think for a moment what is real and what is fake
Is fiction what you create or do you believe that it's real
Because it's the path you choose to take, although it's true that we have been deceived
Of everything previously conceived, stupid fucks sitting in the shallow muck
Wading in the waste like a sitting duck soaking up the stench

It's the abstract evolution, the abstract evolution stop making sense
I need the confusion