IDLEHANDS - Floor of Tradition [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

There goes a piece of my soul
Traded to keep our family whole

If it isn't the touch, its the meds
Dodge the deep seeded greed that can
Lock us siblings in the mission
Chained to the floor of tradition
Run apart by the cancer instead
Of clashing together again
Maybe you're just like me

Beyond breathing old together
The goal is to learn
Blessed are the pure in heart
For they will bleed
As I rip down the beams
And beg to be dead
Your lids are folded
Your mouth distracts from the scene

Only saints have stories
Here's one for free
A boy becomes a man
Because that is what
He is expected to be

I've a modern bone to pick with careless creators
Make sure the damage is thick and deep in their heads
When you mate with the world it ruins the chance
For the next age to believe in a stable romance

There goes a piece of my soul
Traded to keep our family whole

Beyond breathing old together
The goal is to learn
Blessed are the pure in heart
For they will bleed
As I rip down the beams
And beg to be dead
Your lids are folded
Your mouth distracts from the scene