Hunger - Worship [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I never really had a God to worship
Some would say that I'm robbed of purpose
But getting on board before you know the captain
What he packed and what he's lacking, no map
Could lead to the worst trip and have you feeling worthless
Like if you're caught up in that almighty dollar
Then its got you by the collar, but you call those your purses
The grass is only greener on the other side
Because its filled with serpents, what you purchase
Won't move that chip on your shoulder from where it perches
Cry to the sky, all you get is bird shit
I tell em sorry but I can't believe it
Even if its in my soul I can't retrieve it
My grandmother barely made it out the holocaust
Of course our trust in god is lost
Nearly my entire polish side was polished off
Why would I call across to god if he could've been there all along
Its written in my bloodline that when it comes to crunch time
Its just you out on the front lines
There were people who used to hunt mine
Run hide run hide there ain't a fucking punch line
I know they prayed as they held their breath in the attic
That their brethren hadn't ratted that the SS would run by
Even if it got them through it I can't allow for a ruler so ruthless
But I'm not with these atheists who are saying its stupid
They think that faith is a claim and they ask believers to prove it
Saying god is a veil that they're the ones seeing through it
If that shit keeps up I'mma lose it
Religion wasn't made for you to feel superior to it
It's foolish to only see the crusades
I've seen true faith numb a bruised face
If the sun will rise with me and it ain't frying me
I'm not blind I see this here's a new day
En garde touché still battling demons
Still asking for peace but they're still scratching and screaming
Reality's leaving I'm sick rasping and wheezing
They try turn me to god but the damn pastor is tweaking
Fuck shouting and preaching I'm just searching for mine
Putting hands out and reaching through my mind
All of this over thinking must be bad for your health
Isn't being suicidal just playing god with yourself
You gotta find your lord find your lord
Your life is set in stone until you find your sword
And since I see no heaven or lord or king
I rule my kingdom and pray to these things
I worship the drumbeat the bonds that run deep
And the fear in her eyes when she said she loved me
The last drops of my beer are holy these people who cheering, holy
But mostly the moment my mom said please come here and hold me
Right place right time made me feel like a healer
But seeing the pretty picture ain't seeing it clearer
Faith can be a drug keep an eye on your dealer
Cause this world will flip on you like it's Tila Tequila
I just been working on keeping it realer
No afterlife so I'm holding it dearer, you poor souls
If you ain't working and searching for your worth
What the hell are you doing on this earth lord knows