Song meaning of Odpowiedź by Aleshen

Ah, the song "Odpowiedź" by Aleshen. Now, let me offer you my enlightening interpretation of this lyrical masterpiece. The song takes us on a wild journey through the mind of a psychiatric patient, who apparently believes that the best way to cure mental illness is by residing in a low-budget psychiatric facility. But fear not, for their heart is pure, despite being constantly surrounded by a hot mess of craziness. The patient insists that calling their depression a "bro" is the secret to a speedy recovery. Oh, and let's not forget the new psycho joining the party, who apparently moans louder than a group of...well, let's just say they make quite a bit of noise. In the first few days, our protagonist struggles to utter a single word because they've lost sight of the future and everyone in the facility has become nothing more than faint shadows. But wait, the dawn breaks, and they're greeted by the sounds of Szpaku hammering a nail into a board. What a way to start the day, right? Each day brings new problems, with helicopters now buzzing around our protagonist's head. Don't you just love when that happens? And to top it all off, if a little goat hadn't jumped, time would've rewound itself. Ah, the mysteries of life! Unfortunately, once words are spoken, they can't be taken back. And it seems our patient has quite the rap sheet, from being a junkie to gaining something from garbage. They even use pepper spray on bears and crash into cars, but I won't ask who they're targeting with it. Apparently, someone's ego got a little too big, and they fabricated tales about some uprising. But our protagonist sees through the lies because their evidence is blocked by the ever-elusive RODO (whatever that may be). And now, it's time for some guitar playing, because apparently, that's how you start your day with a left foot. It turns out that our patient threatened someone, but hey, they apologized, so no harm done, right? After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and karma always finds its way back to those naughty people. And here comes the curveball - they never screwed Maina, so why lie about it? There's a whole lot of counting going on too, with fifty versus fifteen, making it incredibly difficult not to flee. But even though they barged into the facility, they managed to return home with some goods. GUGU from Bytom came and went, just like Szpaku's second verse. Perhaps you might want to express your thoughts on that, but let's not limit ourselves to merely satisfying our cravings. Our protagonist lacks fear of emotions and can even shed tears into the mic. And by the way, did you run out of verses or oxygen, my dear artist? They find themselves lying in the hospital for the second week, trying to piece things together in critical condition. Christmas almost led to a near-death situation, thanks to some past mistakes that still make them feel foolish. Six years in Silesia, indulging in some "Las Vegas Parano." So, you say they threatened you, but lo and behold, you did the same. Threatening our patient and their beloved moms with a home invasion? Well, they're not the type to forgive easily, my friend. You know the truth, you're just pretending to be clueless. It'd be nice if you could aim your spit in the right direction before claiming you're strumming the guitar. Oh, how our protagonist has evolved from being young and naive to poetic feces. You claim not to show off, yet you seize every opportunity to do so. With a massive fanbase that falls prey to your persuasive magic, the Kubi sample blends seamlessly with your emotional outpourings. Yes, yes, your apologies are truly outstanding. And if I may be sincere for a moment, I used to listen to you quite a bit because people with issues tend to attract each other. Hey, Szpaku, I too had a tough childhood, so you're not alone. Perhaps that's why you give people a new perspective. And Waima had a chance to bridge those two different worlds, but alas, it didn't work out. And don't lie, your manager already knew that GUGU came first. A shoutout to the psychiatrist for the golden ticket. Maybe our patient will finally sleep without medication tonight. They're supposedly grateful, but all they've felt in their final days is emptiness. Now they're just pissed off because you say one thing and do another. Well, that's my take on it.