Nonsense - Cold, Concrete Path (prod. by nappychan) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Grey jungle
Drones moving like tumble-weed bundles
Fake angles with wings I'm tempted to ruffle
Those in desperate need pick me out of the huddle
Some offer to climb on top, I wanna scuffle...
Smash his head, choke em' out, buried in the rubble
But I pass off, violence muddled, with anxiety
This denizen is trying me
I can't look at it blindingly
Somewhere he got a dose of anarchy
I do too
But we all got it and use it differently
I'm too on guard, too many seeds of negativity
On dome
Luckily not reactionary prone in the right timing
Refuse to collude and conclude to fighting
Like....
I don't like random violence
But my thoughts run from logic to a primate
With no territory
Non of it is real
Choice I deal
Only thing that is mandatory
I guess I look for a story

A critically acclaimed matched with Maury...
A chance for the stoic, to go gory...

Thought of a lonely
Mask like Mick Foley
Tryna find the divide and lies of the holy
Concepts to virtues, help us or hurt you
Perceptions to curse you
And love that can fuck you
Cuff you, till' you realize it's not enough
Only the self has that stuff...
Still
Though depressed look for purpose like Kill Bill
With much Ill Will
Though I swear I have the right intention
Just wish there was a... disappointment prevention
Insecurity collection, a wish for succession
A wish to make connection
Between the human flaw
And potential end all, be all, self-promise I will be all
But too many times I fall
To light sleep with pineal clips as a guiding call
All I see...
All I see.....