Low Viscosity - Age Is A Knife [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro:
To lose myself, that's an irrational fear
Like washing off a tattoo that's been black for a year
I mean yea, I still need touch ups, reminders of identity
Not too much, just enough to realign with what I'm meant to be

Hook:
These pages I write
These stages of life
Age is a knife
Break it to stay alive
See I know myself through these pages I write
Cause acting fails through these stages of life
Time will not tell because age is a knife
And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive

Verse 1:
Age to me is a blade that grows sharper
Leaving the wrinkles on the face, soft bones, heart harder
It was forged by Father Time, he disagreed with Mother Nature
She said, “Spirit doesn't die,” he said, “but I can make this tame ya,”
They had a son, he had his father's face
But aside from that, he had his mother's ways
And to him, life was never a race
Living in the present with no attention to pace
But on the first day of his thirteenth year
Father Time presented him with the proposition he feared
He said, “I must give up this position to my heir and predecessor
Take this knife and listen son, it's heavy but you're strong and young
And it will better your ability to get things done
It's lessons bless ya and its reach can never be outrun,”
So he attached it to his belt, and took off
Kept doing what he did well, living freely with his heart soft
But the weight of the knife became unbearable
His Nature pulled him one way
But the knife had a greater pull

Hook:
These pages I write
These stages of life
Age is a knife
Break it to stay alive
See I know myself through these pages I write
Cause acting fails through these stages of life
Time will not tell because age is a knife
And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive

Verse 2:
Son of Nature and Time, wielding The Knife of Age
Great warrior, his stories were recorded on the page
And later recognized with great importance on the stage
But unbeknownst to most, this blade to him was just a cage
His father gave him a present that was future-focused
Contradicting Mother's way of staying put to smell the roses
He chose it and so went the wasteful use of his youthful strength
Every time he sought his sense of self, the blade doubled in length
And doubled in weight, so every step taken came with trouble and pain
But he'd wince and repeatedly take it
Cause the fame of his position was a replacement for greatness
Known for his many years of life, but shortly stated
He lost his motivation along with that child Spirit
So he blamed the blade and ended his own tired life with it
Not literally, but he took his Spirit's wrist and slit it
He had a dream but The Knife of Age said he couldn't live it
And he listened

Hook:
These pages I write
These stages of life
Age is a knife
Break it to stay alive
See I know myself through these pages I write
Cause acting fails through these stages of life
Time will not tell because age is a knife
And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive

Bridge:
To lose myself, that's an irrational fear
Like washing off a tattoo that's been black for a year
I mean yea, I still need touch ups, reminders of identity
Not too much, just enough to realign with what I'm meant to be

Hook:
These pages I write
These stages of life
Age is a knife
Break it to stay alive
See I know myself through these pages I write
Cause acting fails through these stages of life
Time will not tell because age is a knife
And it cuts my sense of self so I break it to stay alive