I'm down below where the floor is out of focus, pent up and played down, rained in and worn out, picking away at the studs in the boards. 我楼下所在楼层失焦，压抑和淡化，在下雨和磨损，在板螺栓捡走。

They're all too familiar. 他们都太熟悉了。

I've been here before. 我已经来过这里。

The air is like lead and I've swallowed what I've said. 空气中如铅和我吞下我所说的话。

I'm a broken machine and a match already burned. 我是一个破碎机和比赛已经烧毁。

And I'm quiet, all despite the raging in my head, collapsed inside and out until my strength can return. 我很安静，尽管所有的肆虐在我的头上，倒塌里里外外，直到我的力量可以退货。

   

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world, so empty and so uninspired. 我是百废待兴。我所知道的就是世界的重量，所以空的，那么平庸。

Sorrow and sleep and disbelief, caught up in the weight of the world. 悲伤和睡眠和怀疑，在世界的重量追了上来。

   

I'm down below where it's silent and it's safe, resounding with the question of "Where to, from here?" 我向下跌破它的沉默，它是安全的，到处回荡着的问题：“在哪里，从这里？ ”

I know my direction, I know what it takes, but I'm weak and I'm weightless with everything to fear. 我知道我的方向，我知道需要什么，但我软弱，我失重了一切恐惧。

I write about what's real to me when all I feel is make believe, but I won't say there's nothing left. 我写什么是真正的我，当我只觉得是假装的，但我不会说什么都不剩。

There's everything, but just out of reach. 有一切，但只是遥不可及。

   

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world, so empty and so uninspired. 我是百废待兴。我所知道的就是世界的重量，所以空的，那么平庸。

Sorrow and sleep and disbelief, caught up in the weight of the world. 悲伤和睡眠和怀疑，在世界的重量追了上来。

   

But I'm not helpless; I'm not hopeless. 但我不是无助;我不是没有希望的。

But I don't believe in hope on it's own, no spine and no substance. 但我不相信，希望它自己，没有脊骨，没有实质内容。

   

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world, so empty and so uninspired. 我是百废待兴。我所知道的就是世界的重量，所以空的，那么平庸。

Sorrow and sleep and disbelief, caught up in the weight of the world. 悲伤和睡眠和怀疑，在世界的重量追了上来。

   

It's time to see the floor sink around me, pushed down with my two bare hands and now I'm stronger for whatever comes. 现在是时候来看看我周围的地面下沉，推下了我的两个赤手空拳，现在我更强的应付一切。

Let the blood rush, as I rise to my feet. 让血液仓促，我升到我的脚。