Текст песни: Radiate + перевод

You’re not afraid about death?

No, in-fact I almost feel good at the approach of death

Why? You have a nice wife

All that’s okay

But you see: If you live many years things take on a repeat

You keep seeing the same things over and over again

Hmmm

The same substance

The same action

The same reaction

So, you get a little bit tired of life, so…

As death comes you almost say

«Okay baby it’s time, it’s good.»

So, uh, no

I have very little fear of death, in-fact, I almost welcome it

And if you see that one day it’ll be all over and done

And none of what you’ve done now will even have any influence on the future.

None

100 years is all it takes to be erased

Though sooner if your confidence is just in getting rich off 9 till 5

Robotics, nano technology

Nasa and trust in the heart of phillanthropy, charity, Humanitarianism thrust

with the jet-pack of the love of what’s to come, but

There always has to be a butt with a capital B and a double TT wrecking shit

like an Audi driver

Tomorrow’s brighter, for the guys that don’t have to fight for stars and stripes

What’s ahead can be a relieve or a curse depending on what is decided to be

broadcasted through your television service

Heard it? Have you heard it?

Tell me what think when I ask: do you think the world deserves saving?

Nah, nah

Probably not

We’ll probably be the result of a nuclear holocaust in a few years time

Underground bunkers and panic rooms are only reserved for the rich, not the poor

They always get the finger and told that they’re the problem

More fake news

Let me relay the truth

They’re the result

Result of the wealthy getting hand outs

Too many fucking hand outs!

Close the door on those kinda reporters

They aggravate and infuriate

Turn this shit up

This song’s called 'Radiate'

Rant and rave and blow this up

Like we’ll blow up when Donald Duck decides to piss off the wrong guys

We’ll boil

Can the now tinfoil of a roof protect us from the coming wave of a raised hell

In the distance there’s flames, and screams, and children

The breeze ain’t the wind that’s cool

It’s burning the green hills n now it’s ash

All of it

Soon we’ll be splashed to the fire n trashed by the regime

Do you even fucking see for real, that-

Tomorrow’s darker (X4)

Cause it’s all a fuckin'

It’s a false reality

Evil

A fake existence

It’s all a fallacy

Some people, how may submissive

They don’t get it

They follow blind

You know

From televisions to phones

It’s all mind control

Wit your cells

(Yeah)

And they harvest us for power until we’re shells

Livin' in our darkest hour

They you’re disposed of, urgh

That tragic something working two thirds of our lives and still we have nothing

Trust me

I see the bullshit, but there’s solutions

Like packing bullets for revolutions

And a war is coming

You can bet that I’m shooting first 'cause he who shoots last is the one who’s

losing

Ask Greedo

Better if you hang my 'amigel'

You’ll be attracting bullets just like Magneto

It’s like fascism

And if you ask me though

I see capitalism as a big casino

Tomorrow’s darker for the guys that don’t wanna live

For more depression and oppression

What’s ahead can be a belief or reality depending on what is decided to be

bullshitted through the mouth of your government doing fuck all service

Know it? Oh do you know it?

Tell me what you think when I ask: do you think the world deserves killing?

So listen

Listen

I think my mind delivered me a vision of a blister on my finger

From doing too much with lyricism from dusk till dawn

To tell these bitches that stitches come to snitches

Gun shot wounds through your cervix or bladder is what will come to if you say

shit to the secret service

To make em search me

And to investigate me 'cause of a detective who’s got a hunch

Fuck both him and you

Don’t spit at me while I’m spitting bullets while flexing with the tongue

And, I’m punching lines on faces with the punchlines

It’s hectic

I know that I’m wrecking

And you’re listening

But are you really though?

You made it this far through the song but have you even picked up on the

message that I’m sending yet?

Guess I’ll get off topic to bend you like I do with syllables

Residue of the shit you did in your pants that one time I went ham on you

And placed the buttered bread over it

Fam, I drowned out your dam of thoughts

Must be why you pissed yourself and ran

Enough with the crying and tantrums

Get a flannel and wipe that butt hole clean

'Fore I kick it to New Jersey

All the way from California with love

Love of hate and degrading you when you decide to do what you do with hating on

me and sprain your wrists

Or your neck

It all depends on the mood that I’m in

Shoot to the moon and win

And while the rest of your friends are on the floor suffocating

I’ll be on the top of the I.S.S dropping the bird to kill a mockingbird

Stalking round the graves on the dirt

Calling the army squadron up

Stop it, flocking back to base

Cock the pistols

Deal attack damage

Savage, ravage, can it be the bullets are words?

Rally or protest

Words deal worse

They didn’t win yet, they tried to get us to fight each other

So we’d be blinded and couldn’t see whoever it is in the office

If we unite communities to one: the world

We’d defeat the suits, the elite

Who are more evil than the devil himself and are the reason wars are been

fought in this world

Can’t we just try for a second?