Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo. 神经闪光灯50瓦特见真章的路灯无人过问。

Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this. 告诉我这是化学的，为什么我这样的表现。

Why I move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white 为什么我谨在误导冲动和说话的白炒集群

Noise. 噪声。

Traction is not a term of endearment. 牵引是不是钟爱的一个术语。

Death is an experiment best conducted face down. 死亡是最好的进行正面朝下一个实验。

Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to. 眩晕可能不包括纺丝，但它应该。

I am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane. 我懒洋洋的水坑，脸上满是混凝土玻璃纸。

Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue. 不要说一个字，除非你讲一个溺水的舌头。

I am not listening. I am not focusing. 我不听。我不是重点。

My eyes have sunk and set and I am invincible. 我的眼睛已经沉没，并设置与我立于不败之地。

I'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of 我是防水。有人说，天堂只是巧合碰撞

Electrons. 电子。

This is not the time for touching me. 这不是时间的抚摸我。

I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions, 我是一个管道改变颜色，疯狂的嗡嗡电视，

Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse. 开展城市痉挛，短路电压像一个导火索。

The elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn. 歇斯底里的提升振动，在塔恩的盔甲放大。

Flashing lights paint veins across the sky. 闪烁的灯光作画静脉划破长空。

And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint. 沿着路边的每个人都只是想看到一个圣人。

The serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale. 警报器的宁静，蛇蝎美人的诱惑力。

Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now. 她的双手去纤颤器现在不能停下来。

I feel quite all right. 我觉得没什么。