The last time that I saw you, August of '99, 最后一次，我看见你， 99月，

I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes 我应该有我的锤子和一些生锈的尖峰

to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood 钉你在墙上，并用瓶子捕捉你的血

and display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come. 并显示你的邻居，让他们知道你的时间到了。

And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat 而且我喝你的血，感觉它滴下来我的喉咙

as it heads for my heart. 因为领导对我的心脏。

And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain, 和你的身体下降和徒劳的恶臭上升，

the people on the street are collecting in dismay. 大街上的人都聚集在不舍。

Before your eyes your head lifts towards the sky 在你的眼睛你的头抬起向天空

and that's the last thing they'll remember of you. 那是过去的事情，他们会记得你。

And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat 而且我喝你的血，感觉它滴下来我的喉咙

as it heads for my heart. 因为领导对我的心脏。

You've become a ghost. 你已经变成鬼。

You're floating somewhere in between 你漂浮在两者之间

the waking world and a landscape of dreams. 清醒的世界和梦想的一道风景线。

Well it's nothing but dying. 那么它是什么，但奄奄一息。

You've got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin. 你得停留在你的牙齿了一枚手榴弹和你拉在引脚上。

You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun. 你是一个假象，只是太阳底下影子忽隐忽现。

And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat 而且我喝你的血，感觉它滴下来我的喉咙

as it heads for my heart. 因为领导对我的心脏。