The Natural Profane - My American Gothic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

Shallow breath
Sirens howling inside my head
Bound at the wrists with a chain that connects
To the collared cuff that's around my neck
Can't see much but I've got to move fast
This could be the only chance I get
If I don't make it back
I'll be lost in the land of the wandering flesh
For as long as I live
(As long as I live)
Madness
It appears before me like a tidal wave
With distorted thinking
Just another game my mind likes to play
When I'm not looking
But anybody can blend in with the right disguise
Minister, principal; commissioner, general
Shit, whatever the mask is that you hide behind
It's a red capsule / blue capsule concept
David's human contact
But things aren't so black and white, baby
There are ways that we can get around that
Green rings and yellow rings
I tuck 'em away in my suit jacket breast pocket
A way to rip the fabric of time and space apart when I demand it
My American Gothic
The voice of every outcast in the public
The Caulfield reincarnate
From the awkward kid who gets his head held underwater
In the bathroom stall by the bully
To the black bruise a father puts on his daughter
I'm a masked man standing off in the corners
Of your darkest moments
With an S900

[Chorus]

I don't know why I was put on this planet
To live by the dollar or die by the gun
I don't know if there's a hell or heaven
And I don't know if I'm entitled to one
Get lost in bad weather
Embrace the nosedive
With your knees to your elbows hoping you've been wide awake the whole time
Blind, the mistakes of the mind
Let it run off into a place it can hide
Get a taste of the fire
Ladder of Jacob with disclaimers on the side
Guess I've gone berserk
I don't belong here on this earth
Must be a Southside wanderer
ATX where the martians lurk

[Verse 2]

I'm standing on the roof of my building
Overlooking I-35 traffic again
Wearing a devil's advocate grin
Feeling my jacket as it flaps in the wind
Higher than I've ever been
Not even knowing whether I'm dead or alive
But I'm struggling to keep it together
Cause it feels like my lungs are under a hundred tons of pressure
And I'm underwater flailing helpless
I swear
Now before we begin, understand that the world you are entering
And the one you've seen in the various planes of this realm
Are two totally different things
Every thought that I speak is cynical
And every wound that I leave is critical
The day I give into the hype'll be the day that the Hezbollah makes peace with Israel
The darkness that got you lining up on the side of the road
Pointing, calling me a criminal
Grab your brain and squeeze it 'til it blows
Like Amazon head-shrinking rituals
Don't even try to resist it, motherfuckers
I can see the coercive urges are forming now
And it won't be long before you're running up on people
Just to beat the shit out of them Clockwork Orange style
A psychologically tortured child
Under physical and medical duress
And even though kids on the playground always said he looked possessed
He came from a religious family who never would have guessed
That the the devil and the flesh had been reunited
The type of psychopath, evil-minded
To the point that he would watch the entire world burn to ashes
Just to get some peace and quiet
Our father, who art in heaven
One week since my last confession
Forgive me, for I have sinned
Bless me so that I may be cleansed
Our father, who art in heaven
Two weeks since my last confession
Know that I have sinned
Bless me so that I may be cleansed

[Chorus]