Feel good for a minute then implode 手感好了一分钟，然后破灭

As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire 由于缺乏一个警句坚持在喉咙与愤怒

Depose your vernacular, argot 废黜的白话，隐语

Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go – 为什么骄傲的一首抒情诗，当所有的其他歌曲走 -

   

It’s a question of rust 这是生锈的问题

It’s a question of trust 这是信任的问题

It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told. 这一切的问题，你曾经被告知。

   

Minimum culture, minimal wage 最小的文化，最少的工资

I’m an onion peel my layers back 我是一个洋葱剥我的背层

Minimum silence, minimal change 最小的沉默，微小

I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack 我是一个诚实的人，深受我的眼泪没有

And if there’s love, let me know 如果有爱，让我知道

Because I want you to come and put the beauty back 因为我希望你来把美背

   

Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose 视力模糊和厚散文的蹒跚

Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows? 为什么授权厌女症，而对妇女的暴力行为的增长？

   

But this filth stands on a quicker sand 但这种藏污纳垢站在一个更快的沙

Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man 下一步，冷酷的恐惧和人的事迹

The abuse of body image as a form of control 身体形象的虐待控制的一种形式

And the typical portrayal of the feminine role 和女性角色的典型写照

I have never been more appalled. 我从未像现在这样感到震惊。

   

Pick me up with rhythms and waveform 接我了节奏和波形

That can symbolise a culture lost 这可以象征失去了文化

Sing about the future like you mean to 唱歌对未来像你的意思是

I’m never going to count costs 我永远不会算成本

Question the agenda of an industry 质疑一个行业的议事日程

That only can objectify 这只能客体

You write about a non-existent blurred line 你写一个不存在的模糊界限

But not about abortion rights 但不是堕胎权利