Peaky - Belly of the Sphinx [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
A couple men walk on a path to destruction. They're only serving a function
Set by the government above them: suffering and hustling, baited along by consumption
You think you can eat with your liquid? That's like trynna earn love from a mistress
Feeding yourself is the motive but your feeding yourself to the belly of the sphinxes
Illusion surrounds the economy. No democracy 'cos the state's a monopoly
But where do the theories end? Paranoid thoughts mean I need a lobotomy
I'm trynna touch conscious _but I'm scared of the monsters
Everything I know could be nonsense! I'm hearing them tell me it's obvious
Making me sick to the rear of my tonsils;
Wake up (!)
...and I'm sweating, tears in a stream on my cheeks, I'm a state cuz!
So I'm always awake now
Out in the city past the hours of the morning when the train runs
Bags of the sensi, fuck a state census, smoke 'till my eyes look offensive
Reading books by philosopher's apprentice, build up plans while I'm currently inventive
What's the incentive?
The republic is feasible, try to be reasonable
Gucci surrounding your waist like a visa to luxury life, so they flock like the sheep to it
Money then women then power? The worlds never been that basic
Knowledge is key. Open the door and escape from the Matrix

[Interlude: The Matrix sample]
"Do not try and bend the spoon
That is impossible
Only try to realise the truth:
There is no spoon"

"There is no spoon?"

"Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself"

[Verse 2]
As I walk on a path to ascension, I'm a product of my environments
My perspective could mar my attention but I'm closer than most to enlightenment
Concepts used to be wired to my mind frame, but I've ripped out most of the plugs
I was blissfully ignorant about Zion; thought I was doomed to be posted a thug!
Now I've got the world at the base of my palm
I've been scheming
The poor fire shells like it's Mario Kart
I've been feeding
We live in line with the pigs like it's animal farm
I've been reading
When I'm smoked I could take off a cannibal's arm:
I've been feasting!
My knowledge is minimal
As I'm hitting the spiritual I see that nothing's dismissible
Close to the pinnacle I see that physical power alone is just pitiful
A weak man armed with control of his senses can control his events;
If faced with a foe who's only control is the strength in his arms
Then the sense will protect him
I analyse pain then I gravitise gain, start on the route to longevity
Life on the paradise plain isn't advertised, you need faith in the final prosperity
Currency's king; but monarchy's superficial
Knowledge is power; and no-one's called for dismissal

[Interlude 2: The Matrix sample]
"As you well know, appearances can be deceiving
Which brings me back to the reason why we are here
We're not hear because were free
We're here because we are not free