Cursed by my imagination, 在我的想象骂道，

teaming with echoes of situations. 组队与形势相呼应。

I do not feel well, pressed beneath this spell. 我不觉得好，这个咒语下压。

Polishing my social skills, 抛光我的社交能力，

with one more drink, and two more pills. 多一个喝，两个药丸。

I do not feel good, I thought by now I would. 我不觉得好，我想现在我会的。

   

But then again. 不过话又说回来。

It's like one thousand paper cuts, 这就像千剪纸，

soaked in vinegar. 浸泡在醋。

Like the battles with yourself, 喜欢与自己的战斗，

that leave you insecure. 这让你没有安全感。

It's all just a numbing charade 这一切都只是一个麻木的把戏

Until the day you finally wake up, 直到你终于醒了的日子，

and you're not afraid. 你也不会害怕。

   

Bound by my own disposition, 我自己性格的约束，

the endless hunt to find fruition. 无尽的猎杀找到修成正果。

I'm insatiable, even if my cup is full. 我得寸进尺，就算我的杯子满了。

My sore throats, are now routine. 我的喉咙痛，现在程序。

I've got to write those songs, make 'em scream. 我不得不写那些歌，制作它们尖叫。

They're insatiable, even if their ears are full. 他们是贪得无厌的，即使他们的耳朵都满了。

   

But then again. 不过话又说回来。

It's like one thousand paper cuts, 这就像千剪纸，

soaked in vinegar. 浸泡在醋。

Like the battles with yourself, 喜欢与自己的战斗，

that leave you insecure. 这让你没有安全感。

It's all just a numbing charade 这一切都只是一个麻木的把戏

Until the day you finally wake up, 直到你终于醒了的日子，

and you're not 而你不

afraid. 害怕。

   

It's like one thousand paper cuts, 这就像千剪纸，

soaked in vinegar. 浸泡在醋。

Like the battles with yourself, 喜欢与自己的战斗，

that leave you insecure. 这让你没有安全感。

It's all just a numbing charade 这一切都只是一个麻木的把戏

Until the day you finally wake up, 直到你终于醒了的日子，

and you're not afraid. 你也不会害怕。