The lion isn't sacred when not sleeping near the lamb, 狮子是不神圣的时候不睡觉附近的羊肉，

it is evil when it eats unless it's feeding from the damned, 它是邪恶的，当它吃，除非它是从该死的饲养，

all the children painted diagrams of god upon their hands, 所有的孩子在他们手上画神图，

hoping somewhere on this shaking earth they could find a place to stand. 这个惊天地球上的某个地方，希望他们能找到一个支点。

   

it's a tyrant to the foreigners who've never seen the land, 这是一个暴君谁从来没有见过土地的外国人，

they feel safer than a statue when they've got a spear in hand, 他们觉得比当他们有手矛雕像更安全，

it is pregnant with the fury that the pain in life demands. 它孕育着愤怒，在生活需求的痛苦。

yes, it's fear--but it's a fear that understands. 是的，这是恐惧 - 但它是能够理解的恐惧。

   

and what's left is a heartbeat, speaking, 而剩下的就是心跳，说，

"hands off your fate, child, you'll bury yourself in mistakes." “放手你的命运，孩子，你会埋葬自己的错误。 ”

like a dream that i had of lost faith it fades away but still thunders onward. 像做梦一样，我已经失去了信心也消失了，但还是雷声起。

every pulse was a hand with its palm up, 每个脉冲是与它的手掌抬起一只手，

fed with bodies and bread soaked in blood. 喂机构和面包浸泡在血液中。

somewhere, someday, it'll leave but tell me, someone, 某个地方，有一天，它会离开，但请告诉我，一个人，

where does it go? 哪里去了？

   

what tied our hands tight to the train tracks, then backed off slowly? 什么捆绑我们的手紧紧地的火车轨道，然后后退了慢？

   

what does the heart say? "see the reverse. there's an answer there." 什么是心脏说呢？ “看到了逆转。有一个答案在那里。 ”

   

i am the moth-drenched love of dead mules, 我是飞蛾普照的爱情死骡子，

as stable as sand in a windstorm. and i shake like a spider in the rain 沙子在暴风的稳定。我摇喜欢在雨中蜘蛛

when you say, 当你说，

"my, my, the ways i've changed since then--the ways i've changed." “我，我，从那时起，我改变了方式 - 的方式我已经改变了。 ”

and all i ever say is, 和所有我曾经说的是，

"i'm..." “我...”

   

and it hits like a brick to the back of your head. like, goodbye, five times. 它击中像一块砖到您的后脑勺。如，再见，五次。

one for each finger. 一个用于每个手指。

and you say, 和你说，

"my, my, the ways i've changed since then--the ways i've changed." “我，我，从那时起，我改变了方式 - 的方式我已经改变了。 ”

and all i ever say is, 和所有我曾经说的是，

"i'm tired." “我累了。 ”

   

we turned our water into whining, shouting, "let us be like christ." 我们把我们的水变成唠唠叨叨，大喊一声：“让我们像基督。 ”

but then the whining turned to wonder, and the wonder turned to ice. 但随后的抱怨变成怀疑和惊奇变成冰。

once, we were graceful steeples, hands held upward and eyes wide in suspense. 曾经，我们是优美的尖塔，双手向上举行，眼睛睁得大大的悬念。

now, we are tangled like intruders in the wires of the fence. 现在，我们正在纠结像栅栏的电线入侵者。

   

for a fence is built to protect what lies inside of it. 一个篱笆是建立在保护什么就在于它的内部。

do you still feel sick? because i do. 你还觉得难受吗？因为我做的。