Текст песни: Serendipity and Zemblanity + перевод

I’ve always had this mentality that’s been laced with neutrality

So please look in my history book to see my reality

I’ve had trouble adjusting the more attention I got

And people think for some reason that they deserve a response

From someone mildly famous who put his heart through a lot

I understand how you think, but we won’t be friends on the spot

Since I’m not looking for friends, you’ll find I’m far too complacent

And if you start getting close, I’ll push you back to acquaintance

My lines are vivid and honest, giving a glimmer of hope

I’ll switch from cocky to modest multiple times in a note

Just to turn and tell the world it’s a metaphor or a joke

Then to burn all of my bridges and disappear in the smoke

I’ll only see it fit to quit when all my fans say it’s over

So when they outgrow my lyrics I’ll feel release on my shoulders

Free my mind of this boulder, praying that will peace will come through

But I still will have the thoughts, I just won’t tell them to you

This is the welcoming track, the one they play for the choir

Proclaiming God’s come back, with all his thoughts on the wire

Feeling so mixed and un-matched at the top of his empire

So he’ll let it collapse if it means that he’s going higher

I’m afraid that any second I’ll just fall off the earth

Exit other people’s minds, losing all of my worth

But if I end up falling off, I’ll just enter rebirth

Since I know I’ll sell records if I drink and I curse

Can we quit with all this hipster shit for more than a second

It’s hard to understand your subject if you’re missing the lesson

So while you deconstruct the words that I said in our session

You’ll find that ever single answer’s a rhetorical question

I’m done with, bullshit excuses, from all my friends who are users

Because they weren’t my friend’s when I was one of the losers

Back in middle school and high school, I had five friends, tops

Now the previously popular are giving me props

Although I act awful awkward, I got an audible answer

And I am actually asking if you can end all this anger

And adopt an apathetic view to act as an anchor

Also add an analogy to allow air for error

Because I’m better than broken, but I still bear all the bruises

Belittled because I believed your bullshit excuses

Bent on being beautifully broken, instead of battered and bent

Because I’m bringing friends down by bringing up every bend

Cautiously counting on calls to counteract my confusion

Collecting calm thoughts from continuous contributions

Caring can’t cut out the carnage, so can you call up a counselor

Complain about the constant crying at every hour

Demand these deathly ideas dissipate into darkness

Dying with the damned and dirty down to the heartless

Delude the dishonest and drown them all in damnation

Due to a dying disciple-hood's overall degradation

Pessimistic product of power protective parenting

Pins down the problem of promoting passive pandering

Picking up a pistol and pointing it at the people passing

Presently I’m praying that my death will be a peaceful passing

Fully fledged fear of the facts, but I fucking follow friends

Facing foes fiercer and faster then finding futile ends

Figuring the factors of fighting failure and free fucks

Your faith is freaking fractured, so fall in line all you lame ducks

Spare me some seconds so I can sing you a song

Satisfying sensibility of someone who’s strong

Secondhand selection of single stories per session

Surviving simple sets of sadness that I see in succession

Tell me taking my time won’t turn this into something terrible

I’m texting you tomorrow telling you this is unbearable

Today I took thought, thinking on things I’ve been taught

Tender things that to this point told me that there was a god

The other day I remembered how to forget all this pain

Avoid the constant reminders of all the darkness and rain

Filling the streets as I walk, from your bed down the block

To my house that’s been waiting for me, messy and locked

I made my way to my room, overcome with a new sadness

Deconstructing thoughts, asking exactly what sad is

My eyes are still bloodshot after breaking down crying

But if you ever ask, my pride will sway me to lying

I’m a genuine good guy, but it’s hard to keep caring

When after helping other people they keep bitching and glaring

They all keep standing and staring, with shock their seemingly muted

Like they’ve never seen a light eyed white boy make rap music

And I’m okay with that, I’m not a fan of rap, but

I like punk rock, loud music, and other crap

This concaving chest, is all I have I seem to have left

So let me tell you all my thoughts with my last set of breath

A pretty little poet’s all that I will ever be

Writing words but silhouettes is all they ever see

My sorrows put to paper, my pen has saved my life

This poetry’s the only thing that make me feel all right

The pills I take, mixed with the drink, to calm my nerves that always sink

The harm I do from thoughts of you, it’s sickening but damn it’s true

My friends don’t think I mean it since my wrists don’t show a scar

But if you X-Ray my whole body, I’m boasting a broken heart

Do I need to shed blood to show you all how I think

Then let this razor be my pen and the blood be my ink

This journal’s all I have, it’s the only place I can function

I built a life around these handbooks for self-destruction

I’m an outcast, that’s obvious, but I need someone near

How can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you’ll be here?

I’m sick of feeling like shit every single time that you cry

You put this gun to my head, then screamed at me not to die

I’m very aware, why you want me here

To write you sweet nothings, that play in your ear

It’s probably too late, I’m sorry I stayed

But you were the one that loss I just couldn’t take

So stay