So strange I remember you in protest of a prayer, 太奇怪了，我记得你在祷告的抗议，

and falling back from seas we fear to sail. 和下降从我们害怕大海航行回来。

   

I swear I saw the shooter, gold teeth and a double dare, 我发誓我看到了射手，金牙和双不敢，

Postmodern warnings seem inclined to fail. 后现代的警告似乎倾向于失败。

   

Feigning an apology. 假装道歉。

Those words they never left your lips. 这些话，他们从未离开过你的嘴唇。

Those 5 years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships, 这5年的百慕大通过滑动像过往船只的灯光，

So strange that I remember you, 因此，奇怪的是，我还记得你，

kneeling deep in Nietzsche's lies 在尼采的谎言跪深

my throat was an open grave i drank your stained glass eyes 我的喉咙是敞开的坟墓，我喝你的彩色玻璃眼睛

   

and they taste like dead cathedrals 并且它们的味道就像死了教堂

that are crumbling beneath a weight, ten thousand jaded tourists 那些摇摇欲坠的重量下， 10000疲惫的游客

who've traded in their hearts and hands for 谁已经在他们的心中和手中的交易

disposable cameras, set to document to decay, 一次性相机，设置文件衰减，

set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away. 设置捕捉刚够生活的编目，我们扔掉的东西。

   

(...breathing the fumes of our machines...) （ ......我们呼吸机的烟雾...... ）

We've lost our way. 我们已经迷失了方向。

(...breathing through television dreams...) （ ...呼吸通过电视的梦想...）

   

If we could only see us now. 如果我们只能看到我们。

If we could only see us now. 如果我们只能看到我们。

   

The words of the dead ring in our ears, 在耳死环的话，

but its only a lie. 但它只是一个谎言。

The voice in your head brings you to tears, 在你的脑袋的声音带给你的眼泪，

but you don't know why. 但你不知道是什么原因。

The words of the dead ring in our ears, 在耳死环的话，

but its only a lie. 但它只是一个谎言。

The voice in your head brings you to tears, 在你的脑袋的声音带给你的眼泪，

but its only a lie, 但它只是一个谎言，

yes, its only a lie, 是的，它只是一个谎言，

...isn't it? ......是不是？