Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio, 这里的空气悬挂，如静态死路一条广播，

I'm waiting with a frozen pulse. 我在等一个冷冻脉冲。

Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead. 爬进一个空的子宫，不养这些死。

They've found their god in soil. 他们已经发现了土为他们的神。

Dry scab silhouette's tell the secrets of sewn mouths, 干痂剪影的告诉缝嘴的秘密，

My heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles. 我的心脏是一个痛，但即使是烧焦的面孔破解笑容。

Mismanufactured. Mismanufactured 。

Screaming like some faulty machinery. 尖叫像一些机械故障。

The overwhelming inefficiency of infants. 婴幼儿的巨大效率。

Artificer stead me now you've sewn a machine. 设计者代替我，现在你已经缝制机器。

You've birthed an abortion. 你的生产经历流产。

The corpse of god is love. 尸神就是爱。

I'm rotting, and I'm not yet dead. 我正在腐烂，而我还没有死。

I'm the king of worms and I'll have your head. 我是虫王，我就会有你的头。

Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin. 复活团队：Roadkill ， blueprinted皮肤。

I swear I've never been here before. 我发誓我从来没有来过这里。

Everyone but me looks like they've seen a ghost. 每个人，但我看起来他们已经看到了鬼。

All eyes fall on collapsing statues. 所有的目光都落在了倒塌的雕像。

Stop pointing. stop laughing. 停止指点。笑个不停。

There's nothing to see here. 没有什么可以在这里看到。

Everybody try to relax. 大家尽量放松。

Everybody please remain calm. 请大家保持冷静。

(I'm not supposed to be here anyway) （我不应该在这里反正）

Divinity doesn't show what the stables hold. 神并没有显示什么马厩举行。

The scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words. 手术刀证明了我的信心，当他吐出通过他的话。

We traitors share our strings. 我们叛徒分享我们的字符串。

We're suffocating under makeshift skin. 我们令人窒息下临时搭建的皮肤。

Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt. 拉出的线，缝上一个心脏，使和平与污垢。