Hypertext - True Hallucinations [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My True Hallucinations,
Black flags, full mast above the nation's polling stations.
I feel like giving and never taking
Believing different things when I'm sleeping than I do when I awaken
I dream of coats of many colours, stark raving claiming there's a sword dangling up above us
Karma, Obama's dreams from his father shatter, every drone flown between Jacob's Creek and Jacob's ladder
Mellow flex, push it out like the soft eject
Rhymes connect, adding hypertext to the codex
Chained to a railing to protest like a Suffragette
Can guess what's next as the noose is set to stretch my neck
Out like the flight of a thousand birds at night, I search amongst the dirt for jewels and stray rays of light
I spent too many years tracing traces of divinity so I shaved my fucking beard as a concession to infinity

Hallucinations just continue
The face in the mirror says ‘I see the prick within you’
But there’s my face right in the centre of the Sun
I fling stars into space until the Big Bang is undone
And I’m exposed, you know my soul is showing
Try to laugh it off like it was just an awkward moment
Voice from the past directing traffic in slow motion
With forty thousand headmen all roaming in the gloaming.
This is the sound of one hand clapping, what is happening
Is the window dressing trappings are collapsing into fractal patterns
From actual laughing like a maniac I’m cracking
Back and forth between reality so much that it’s embarrassing
I break the seal, believe in things that are not real
And feel kaleidoscopic like a prophet’s wheel within a wheel.
Funny way of looking, my head is not together
Paradoxical perspective’s why they call me MC Escher