Lyrics
I’ve never shaken to the beat of the celebrated pace.
I have never felt the rhythm of the widely celebrated pace.
So lift your hands up to the front.
Raise your hands to the front.
I guess the cadence ain’t for me.
I feel that the rhythm or pattern isn't suitable for me.
With staccato in our brains, I never gave up on the grave.
Despite having staccato (abrupt and disconnected) thoughts, I remained persistent in facing death.
But, death is not alone, to the point that it cuts until it breaks.
Death is not solitary, and it continues until it becomes overwhelming.
I never wanted to escape!
I never desired to escape from challenges or difficulties.
So have you wings or have you flight?
Do you possess the means to overcome obstacles or challenges?
So near-sighted in tone.
Narrow-minded in perspective.
Let’s see them talk this one away.
Let's see if they can explain or justify this situation.
I never heard them say your name and this ain’t the only song.
I never heard them mention your name, and this is not the only instance.
Retreat!
A call to withdraw or pull back.
Nowhere to run.
No escape, nowhere to run.
We can still hide.
We can still find a way to conceal ourselves.
It’s a long shot, but a short drive.
It's a challenging attempt but a brief journey.
Take it.
Seize the opportunity.
All is fair in war.
In war, all actions are acceptable.
Give in.
Surrender to the situation.
All is fair in love.
In love, all is fair, including deception.
Fake it.
Pretend or act as if.
The fairest of the land.
The most beautiful or just among the people.
Make it.
Create it or bring it into existence.
My fair-weather friend.
A friend who is only supportive during favorable conditions.
Teeth on sheep, so sharp.
Misleading or deceptive people can be dangerous.
Tongues held down, leave marks.
Refraining from speaking out leaves lasting impressions.
Lay your head to rest.
Rest peacefully.
Leave your name unchecked.
Don't leave a lasting mark or legacy.
Can you remember when we took tomorrow back?
Do you recall when we reclaimed the future?
And now, for my final trick...
As a conclusion or finale...
God bless the wilderness!
A blessing for the untamed and uncultivated areas.
It ain’t over yet.
The situation is not concluded yet.
Into the promised land, I’ll never stop bleeding.
Even in the promised land, I will continue to endure pain.
This town.
This town or place.
I took my anger to the east.
I directed my anger towards the east.
This time, I’m here to never settle down.
This time, I am not settling down or becoming complacent.
This time, we will sing until they hear this song!
We will persist in singing until our message is heard.
Sing louder!
Amplify your voice and sing more loudly.
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