Dom McLennon - The Cardiologist [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse I: Dom McLennon]
Zoning off melatonin
Shit got me fucking goin'
Thinking of hearts I've molded
And the delicate one I'm now holding
Fixing shells that are broken
They say my hands are golden
But these gloves are blood-stained
I feel like a monster watching them open up, til I seal all of these cuts
It's a race against time and sometimes I'm fast enough
You win some you lose some they say
Though the stakes get raised when a life is in the way
Don't know why I chose to play
Wanted to be a hero
Didn't figure what life is like working at ground zero
Mama told me god has his eye on the sparrow
But what about us, the mere mortals
Medicated to a portal
Of an apathetic shell
The surface handles well
But I need a cardiologist so I can feel myself
Started with insomnia, now my mind is on the rim
Spiraled in towards oxy's opiates and some kolonopin

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
I'm just trying to change my ways.....
My ways......
My ways.....
But it all stays the same
Like a heartbeat
(repeated)

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
They say greed is evil but depression is a modern sin
Mind racing, not sure if it's the beginning or end
Of my thoughts, going a mile a minute
Tryin to change how I'm living
But can't make stable decisions
Mind edging at the point of tippin
'Til it's time for work I gotta be a slate
And this apathy & numbness makes me perform great
I'm praised for these calculations that I'm forced to make
By keeping myself rational inside of a sedated state
So around and around we go, the vicious cycle
My service is a favor and these people feel entitled
A sole responsibility, just to perform
Don't know why my heroics turned to contemplations I'm torn
No man can be a god, I don't deserve to play it
Looking at these patients, EKG's losing patience
There's a party in my head & they're pissing in the basement
Emotions I've repressed began to show their ugly faces
It's nails on the chalkboard of my sanity scraping
Up my empathy, maestro of life, creating symphonies
Upon the epiphany the human condition ain't worth conditioning
Cause nobody is listening.....
Self prognosis; beyond me
A bit of addiction tossed in with DID
Sorry to say just a product of a society
Compliantly using our anxiety
As a means for addiction
You fit the description
Come take the prescription
We promise to fix this
But I'm part of the business
So riddle me this:

What does a man with both hands
Tied behind his convictions
Do to perform surgery?
If he can does it for others
I hope it works for me

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract]

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]