Hotel Books - Cult leader [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

There's enough people that we hate
That I think we should build a temple
I guess I'll never relate to the people that I'm supposed to resemble
There's an empty cofifn at a wake carved with the words
"Death to all rebels."
A purgatory's an empty gate
When you project love the right love will...
And the only way to feel peace
Is to make your brothers hurt like hell
Just make sure you solute your masters
Cause they'll probably hurt as well
And if they don't, I'm sure you'll be able to tell
Cause you'll be the one feeling the crashing waves
And feeling the swell
And the apple never falls far from the tree
And darling I guess we were the apples that fell right into the weeds
We see all these blind sheep taking their turn at the slaughter
As they devor our existance under the branches of our father
Your skin is worn, my skin is torn
I think we should build a house so we have something to burn
Your skin is worn, and my skin is torn
I think we should build a house so we have something to burn
Cause I trusted my mind to speak for my heart
And I can see those bags under your eyes
And the sun is a reminder that we're not afraid to die
With rays burning flesh and our shoulders turning red
The last hope we had was dragged in the streets by a cigarette
Love is only love if it knows no death!
Father I promise you that I will not fall asleep
Until someone rips out your tongue, until you cannot speak
Father I promise you that I will not fall asleep
Until someone gouges out your eyes, until you cannot see
This happy day will never end
This happy day will never end
This happy day will never end
When all we do is sleep
A promise of a victory march is all it took to let these demons go
A promise of a victory march is all it took to let my heart beat again
A promise of a victory march is all it took to let these demons go
A promise of a victory march is all it took to let these demons in
And our dignity has no passion but at least it understands
That if we want to build a mansion
We need to cut off our childrens hands
And devour every asset they have
Until they've fallen to death
Cause regrets the only way to smile in this world that we've upset
When we're just building our financial tower
Forgetting that some day we'll live under the flowers
And I know we tried to get across this moat
Tried to build a bridge and watch it turn into a boat
And maybe we can't climb over the crashing waves
But at least we can endure them, at least we can try
Cause if I know one thing, I can tell you everytime you step on a butterfly the consequence is still knowing you'll never die