Scatterbrained Atheists - Limonade [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My words aren't a symbol. They're freedom, and love is a symbol and a cushy prison that I am living in. Everything you care about only controls you, having that power and none of them know what to do

With it. My mind is explicit. I'm living off a wish-list
My life is a just death march and constant bullshit protest
I'm an activist, passing round the Cannabis, my minds about to melt from all the acid drips, I'm out of it

But I mastered it. Here's A Visual to have with it
I'm painting off the canvas. You're the only one who doesn't get it

Yeah I'm pretending to be free, like I'm a fork on the road., what? you think you have a choice, when they control where you go!
Shipwreck in a bottle, this is only chapter one, Bohr’s atomic model, we shatter when we’re done

Scatterbrained atheist, the name of this, each song on this disk, specifically made to slit your wrists too


I'd rather watch Picasso learn now to paint. Than some asshole learn how to paint like Picasso
It’s safe to say

Money ant a symbol is power, and power is freedom

Shot a rabbit from the back seat window
Sat and watched the summer corn grow
Ate ice cream in a desert dream
And got lost in father's singing
Too hot inside
Too hot outside
Lazy days when I said let's go for a ride
We'll sail on Spirit Lake
Me, my pappy, and his lemonade