He leads you in without a sound. 他带领你在悄无声息。

But it's the silence that scares you. 但它是让你害怕的沉默。

And now he's all wrapped around you. 现在他都包裹在你身边。

His pulse pressed to the back of your head. 他的脉搏压到你的后脑勺。

   

The heartbeat. 心跳。

The pale skin. 苍白的皮肤。

The air is thin. 空气稀薄。

The panic aching in your bones. 恐慌痛在你的骨头。

The lights are dim. 灯火阑珊处。

This is the fuck of the century. 这是本世纪他妈的。

And you will just smile so happily. 而你只是笑得那么开心。

   

So rent that hotel room. 于是租了酒店房间。

Rip off that dirty blouse. 撕掉那肮脏的衬衫。

Let him inside you. 让他在你里面。

And when you pull his strings he will pull his gun. 而当你拉他的琴弦，他会拉他的枪。

Right to your fucking head. 右键你他妈的头。

   

And with your blood he writes down 用自己的血，他写下

All his sins on the walls closing in. 他的所有罪过的墙壁收盘在。

I smell murder on these sheets. 我闻到了杀人的这些表。

   

You see people in dark costumes. 你看到人们在黑暗的服装。

And you beg for god to bring good fortune. 而你乞求上帝带来好运气。

Because this world has buried our souls. 因为这个世界已经埋葬我们的灵魂。

   

This is the fuck of the century. 这是本世纪他妈的。

And you will just smile so happily. 而你只是笑得那么开心。

   

Alarms from parked cars on your street. 警报从您的街上停放的汽车。

I smell murder. 我闻到了谋杀罪。

Your workforce. 您的员工。

Your good life. 你的美好生活。

   

I smell murder this very day. 我闻到了谋杀这一天。

This is the fuck of the century. 这是本世纪他妈的。