Too much to find, so much so little time. 过多地发现，这么多这么短的时间。

So many images persist to shade my mind. 因此，许多图像坚持到树荫下我的想法。

Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground? 我将永远过来，或将我摔到地上？

Will I still be standing when it all comes down? 请问我还可以站在当这一切都归结？

Why can't I seem to sort it out? 为什么我不能似乎整理出来？

Why am I always filled with doubt 为什么我总是充满了疑惑

So many people everywhere, 这么多的人随处可见，

so self-absorbed without a care of their viral lves. 所以自行吸收而不照顾他们的病毒lves的。

I'd like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold? 我想流血他们，当一切都倒掉谁应当持有？

When mindless bodies screw tortured souls, 当盲目机构螺丝折磨的灵魂，

will somebody be there to catch me when I fall? 会有人在那里捉我，当我跌倒？

Why can't I seem to sort it out. 为什么我不能似乎梳理出来。

Why am I always filled with doubt. 为什么我总是充满了疑问。

How could I always be so 我怎么总是这样

blind? Why can't I figure it out? 盲？为什么我不能弄清楚？

I could always hope for change, could always hope to rearrange. 我一直希望改变，可以一直希望重新排列。

But why not just abandon hope 但是，为什么不干脆放弃希望

and tear it all apart, now? 并撕毁它全部拆开，现在呢？