Solillaquists of Sound - Look [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Look at me… with a finance of pardons, I’m allowed to
Be whatever my land shows you and allows to see
Liberty… boy she’s looking slim to me. Exercising right
Or purging from the sight of persons binging on the
Views they like. Look! Pleasure principles schooling
Light hearted dimwits with disposable wick sticks…
Exposing tit, tat, toe… in every tail told to jit
Jack, joe and prick too. You should really look at what
We did to you. Nothing! We tax our existence and
Attempt to disappear, quietly bluffing just to say we’d
Amount to something. Look mom, nomad… bitter we are
With no bags to carry on the images of looking like we
Had a standard to follow. Man you’re tomorrow. Answer
The question in the bottle. How do I get out of your
Blindfold when I’m told to look for depth when death
Threats the breath of liberty’s best bet?
HOOK (Brad Register)
Over mountains of depression we will climb
Just to wake our sleeping lives
It’s a battle we’ve been facing in our minds
But to blame our human nature is a waste of time
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Looking through the roof
Identity’s near dead
Replacement games, material aims
And public schools pretend
That the ruse is fruitful
To illusion that it holds
With the proof of useless certainty
They worthied search to never know
Now look, Sentiments reflect
In impulse of the current youth
And detriment excels
With swell of sweet abuse
Their medicine’s not preventative
Their practice apparatus cold
Pills are prescribed to drive a sedative
Straight to the seat of your soul
Now look
Mister, misses are just equipped for surface
But one of three’s not meant to be it all
From non-identifying gripe to
Strong enough belief for letting go of what we say
We run to danger disguised as brighter future
While to ourself a stranger
Flagging down a wakeful state in cityscapes of crave
For feeling new’s a likely doom to captive of crusade
HOOK