Matter change, not a gift I can claim
物质的变迁 绝不是我能索取的赠礼
Never void, just a tool, and it’s not mine.
它绝非空无 不过是件工具 它不属于我
Are you cold, is it ice in my soul
你是否感到寒冷?这究竟是我的灵魂中的坚冰所致
Or the chill from what you find? (Inside)
还是你所寻得之物带来的寒意?
Don’t care if you burn us down
We’re used to marching on scorched ground
Like a phoenix
Cry and rise from the ashes
Swipe at displays as my eyes start to fade and slowly turn to glaze astray
Colors go dull as they can’t take or distract all the mindless pain away
Seems like you relate
Who plucked the feathers on your back?
Are you used to hiding your wounds?
你是否习惯掩饰你的伤痕?
Are you used to running from your own truth?
你是否习惯逃避真实的自己?
Are you used to thinking your secrets aren’t see-through?
你是否以为没人能窥见你的秘密?
But how long can you last?
可是你又能坚持多久?
If you’re searching for peace
如果你在寻找安宁