Смысл текста песни "High Voltage" исполнителя "Linkin Park"

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…

Hybrid

I've been diggin' in crates ever since I was livin' in space

Before the rat race, before monkeys had you in traits

I mastered numerology, big band theology, performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic to so I can start blessin' in

Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men tried to shake us

But I twist my chords like double helixes to show ‘em what I'm made of

I buckle knees like leg braces, cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of you MC's who hate us

So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to try on

From now to infinite, let icon be bygones

I fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this

I tried threats, but moved on to a promise

I stomp shit with or without an accomplice

And run the gauntlets with whoever that wants this

Chorus:

High voltage

This is the unforgettable sound

High voltage

Bringin' you up and takin' you down

High voltage

Comin' up from every side

High voltage

Makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide

I've put a kink in the backbones, of clones, with microphones

Never satisfied my rhymes joins

Sprayin' brin' day over what you might say

My blood types crayon, Technicolor type A

On highways write with road rage

Cages a win, cages a tin, that bounce all around

Surround sound

Devourin' the scenes

Subliminal gangrene paintings, over all the same things

Sing songs karaoke copy bullshit

Break bones verbally with sticks and stones tactics

Forth dimension, compact convention

Write rhymes with ease while the track stands at attention

Men to put you away, with the pencil

Pistol, official, sixteen line, a rhyme missile

While you risk your all

I pick out at your flaws

Singin' rah blah, blah, blah you can say you saw

Chorus.

Who's the man, the man in your hand over your land

Rovin' over man's boldin' when he's jammin' your plans ova

I am vice colorists, the most ferocious

When I spy my third eye, it's extremely high voltage

That's why I need ruby corks glasses, cuz when I glance of the chest

Then I might blast the masses

Subliminal translated through piano

Chorus.