Congratulations on the mess you made of things
Поздравляю тебя с беспорядком, который ты устроил,
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
Пытаясь перестроить эту атмосферу и её последствия.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
Окисление — единственный компромисс, который у тебя есть,
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
Но по ощущениям это начинает походить на чувства собаки, требующей свои кости...
Say
Скажи...
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
Ты заглушаешь свой пыл, а потом опровергаешь свои поступки,
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
Из-за своих методов ты окончательно отказываешься от своих убеждений.
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
А судьба стремится заполнить вакуум, которым она питает всё вокруг,
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
Это начинает походить на чувства собаки, потерявшей поводок...
Just say
Лишь скажи...
This is beginning to feel
Это начинает походить
Like the long winded blues of the never
На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному.
This is beginning to feel
Начинает казаться,
Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
Что она медленно обвивается вокруг твоего горла, чтобы придушить...
This is beginning to feel
Это начинает походить
Like the long winded blues of the never
На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному,
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
Почти неконтролируемый локомотив, захватывающий все внимание
And blowing the crows, the smoke
И разгоняющий дымом ворон...
This is beginning to feel
Это начинает походить
Like the long winded blues of the never
На затянувшуюся тоску по невозможному.
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
Взрыв от помех призван сокрушить сломленных
And shoving their souls to ghost
И превратить их души в призраки...
Eternalized, objectified
Увековеченный, олицетворенный,
You set your sights so high
Ты поставил себе столь благородные цели.
But this is beginning to feel
Но это начинает походить
Like the bolt busted loose from the lever
На болт, вывернувшийся из рычага...
Never mind, death professor
Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям,
Your structure's fine, my dust is better
Твои методы неплохи, но я могу лучше.
Your victim flies so high
Твои жертвы взлетают так высоко
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Лишь только чтобы с высоты птичьего полета посмотреть, кто следующий...
Never you mind, death professor
Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям,
Love is life, my love is better
Любовь — это жизнь, и моя любовь лучше.
Your victim flies so high
Твои жертвы взлетают так высоко,
Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next
Глаза могут быть бриллиантами, сбитыми с толку тем, кто же следующий...
Never you mind, death professor
Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям,
Your shocks are fine, my struts are better
Ты неплохо впечатляешь людей, но я еще лучше могу разрушить это впечатление.
Your fiction flies so high
Твои сплетни распространяются так далеко,
Y'all could use a doctor who's sick who's next?
Что ты мог бы притворится доктором: "Кто болен? Кто следующий?"
Never you mind, death professor
Не думай об этом, специалист по смертям,
Electrified, my love is better
Бессмертная, моя любовь лучше.
It's crystallized, so am I
Она вечная, как и я сам,
All could be the diamond fused with who's next
Все могло бы стать бриллиантом, слившимся с тем, кто следующий...
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever [3x]
Congratulations on the mess you made of things
Congratulations on the mess you made
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings
Trying to rearrange this atmosphere and its consequences.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
Oxidation is the only compromise you have
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
But it feels like it starts to feel like a dog demanding its bones ...
Say
Say ...
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
You stifle your ardor and then you refute your actions
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
Because of your methods, you completely abandon your beliefs.
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
And fate seeks to fill the vacuum that it feeds everything around,
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
This is starting to sound like a dog that has lost its leash ...
Just say
Just tell me ...
This is beginning to feel
It's starting to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
To the lingering longing for the impossible.
This is beginning to feel
Begins to seem
Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
That it slowly wraps itself around your throat to strangle ...
This is beginning to feel
It's starting to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
For the lingering longing for the impossible
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
An almost uncontrollable locomotive that grabs all the attention
And blowing the crows, the smoke
And a crow scattering smoke ...
This is beginning to feel
It's starting to sound like
Like the long winded blues of the never
To the lingering longing for the impossible.
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
Blast from interference is meant to crush the broken
And shoving their souls to ghost
And turn their souls into ghosts ...
Eternalized, objectified
Immortalized, personified,
You set your sights so high
You have set yourself such noble goals.
But this is beginning to feel
But it's starting to sound like
Like the bolt busted loose from the lever
On a bolt that has turned out of the lever ...
Never mind, death professor
Don't think about it death specialist
Your structure's fine, my dust is better
Your methods are good, but I can do better.
Your victim flies so high
Your victims soar so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Just to see who's next from a bird's eye view ...
Never you mind, death professor
Don't think about it death specialist
Love is life, my love is better
Love is life and my love is better.
Your victim flies so high
Your victims soar so high
Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next
Eyes can be diamonds, bewildered by who's next ...
Never you mind, death professor
Don't think about it death specialist
Your shocks are fine, my struts are better
You're pretty good at impressing people, but I can ruin that impression even better.
Your fiction flies so high
Your gossip goes so far
Y'all could use a doctor who's sick who's next?
That you could pretend to be a doctor, "Who's sick? Who's next?"
Never you mind, death professor
Don't think about it death specialist
Electrified, my love is better
Immortal, my love is better.
It's crystallized, so am I
She is eternal, like myself,
All could be the diamond fused with who's next
Everything could become a diamond, merged with whoever is next ...
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever [3x]
