The Natural Profane - At Night's End [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse one]

My room seems to come alive at night when I’m inside it
Feeling kind of drowsy from the smell of sess
Five blue little pills on the counter
With a glass of water sitting right beside them
Nothing helps me rest
I’m too much of a Rubik’s cube for you, girl
You should find somebody else instead
Too many hidden trap doors along the beaten path
Of what you think is true for me to pull you out of all of them
Just rinse the brush
If you get lost, double back
Re-plot the coordinates on the graph
I’m an architect with these lines
And I don’t keep my thoughts in check or
Tell you everything is fine
You don’t even know what darkness is
Turn the speakers up, pop that X-O and let
The three dimes you were chilling with massage your neck
Purple handprints across the chest
From the trip that she’s finding herself helplessly falling in
I’m pretty sure that this is all that’s left
Of the brain tissue that used to be located at the top of my head
“Tick-tock”
In a lab rat world that’s wobbling
They call my name
And I can hear the specters in the mirror
Start to sing

[Chorus #1]

“Ditty-ditty dong,” goes the song
As I sit here feeling really, really gone
Really, really high
Right now I don’t even care if I end up
Lying face-down in the passenger side
“Ditty-ditty dong,” goes the song
As I sit here feeling really, really gone
Really, really high
Right now I don’t even care if I end up dying
If it happens by the end of the night
Then goodbye

[Verse two]

From dawn ‘til dusk
Feeding the nightmare
Right here in outer hemispheric consciousness
I’m breathing oxygen but I don’t feel alive
And the people I’ve discussed it with in depth are none the wiser
What would you say if I was to
Tell you that superluminal travel was not impossible
Take you to the Andromeda
Let you see yourself through the lens of a new photographer
And understand life down to the molecule?
Kick it
Dawn the gas mask; get ready for the fallout
Larvae in my flesh; got to cut them out
Got the bass bumping, tapeworm charming
But it wasn’t working, baby
Check the back of next month’s milk carton for me
When a month has passed since I’ve gone missing
And my face has vanished
Back to the blank canvas of nothingness by tomorrow morning
Figure that I’ve met my end, I’m gone
So give me those cowgirl claws one more time, baby girl
Ever-falling

[Verse three]

Entertain the notion that you have the equipment
To sense the presence of a spiritual existence
Have you ever had an experience with a spirit
That was so vivid you can still remember every second?
Our anatomies, our flesh
Our personalities are so complex
There has to be more than just this
I refuse to accept that human beings become nothing more than a meal for the maggots following their deaths
And yet
There’s a divine intermingling in my senses
That causes me to live independent
End friendships
Sometimes I wonder whether or not I can handle it
But I must say, it doesn’t come without its advantages
I’m trying not to think back on my life a young’un
Chasing that which I wanted
Never asking for nothing
It’s like I’m trapped in a dungeon
Solzhenitsyn
I am building a playground in the sky just for you
And it’s close to completion

[Chorus #2]

Purple handprints across the chest
From the trip that she’s finding herself free-falling in
“Ditty-ditty dong,” goes the song
Right now I don’t even care if I end up dying
Purple handprints across the chest
From the trip that she’s finding herself free-falling in
“Ditty-ditty dong,” goes the song
Right now I don’t even care if I end up dying
Purple handprints across the chest
From the trip that she’s finding herself free-falling in