The self-inflicted state of mind 心灵的自找状态

A one-man struggle beneath the tower 塔下的一个人的奋斗

I think the clock still exist 我觉得时钟仍然存在

god just forgot to tap my shoulder 上帝只是忘了挖掘我的肩膀

   

I woke up today 今天我就醒了

I wish I felt something 我希望我感觉到有什么东西

The odour of my apathy 我冷漠的气味

just might be true 只是可能是真实的

   

I want to be the things I see 我想成为的东西喔

The pilgrim that is me 那就是我的朝圣者

But I know I ain't that free 但我知道我是不是免费的

The suburban me 郊区我

   

Spirits rise and miss the eye 情绪高涨而错过眼

Covered by the stench of judgment 通过判断恶臭覆盖

As gods reflection test my pride 作为神反射测试我的骄傲

I serve the failure that's haunting me 我所服务的故障导致的纠缠着我

   

Twisted visions torturing 扭曲预言折磨

Who claims to be the one? 谁声称自己是吗？

That filtered smile 这过滤的微笑

just might be true 只是可能是真实的

   

"On half-speed, tonight I suffer “在半速，今晚我受苦

Satisfaction brings the unheeded" 满意度带来的无人理睬“

   

Can you hear the message, 你能听到的消息，

as I wrestle with the clouds? 我搏斗的云？

I'm on the way to succumb, 我在路上就范，

It just might be true 这也许会是真的