Cold hard lines, across my face into 冷硬的线条，划过我的脸成

A mirror I don't recognise myself anymore. 镜子我不认识我自己了。

The deepest blacks, the 最深的黑人中，

Empty grey's there is no going back 空灰色的有没有回头路

There is no in-between. 不存在于两者之间。

How many friends can I loose 有多少朋友，我可以松

Before it all makes sense? 之前，这一切才有意义？

How many friends can I loose? 有多少朋友可以松动？

Who new loose what to say? 谁的新松说些什么？

When I'm speaking out to quiet crowds 当我讲出安静的人群

And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent. 并在大厅后面的眼睛是无声的。

Words mean nothing but empty 这话的意思无非是空的

Providence, all for a God that 普罗维登斯，所有的神

Doesn't seem to care who lives 似乎并不关心谁住

And who dies, there are no choices. 又是谁死了，没有选择。

Each like a body broken struck 每个像打破了身体袭击

From the face of man. 从人的脸。

How many friends can I loose 有多少朋友，我可以松

Before it all makes sense? 之前，这一切才有意义？

How many friends can I loose? 有多少朋友可以松动？

Who new loose what to say? 谁的新松说些什么？

When I'm speaking out to quiet crowds 当我讲出安静的人群

And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent. 并在大厅后面的眼睛是无声的。