翻了好久沒有讀的英詩,看到老師之前教的 William Blake的東西,
What has the world become? We just don't know.
What has the world become? We just won't show
It all started in the autumn, when the leaves were dry,
when shit hits rock bottom, we were meant to die.
他們身上的煤炭 brought them back to life.
他們站在雨中, 口念 似乎抱怨,
beneath the light, they were dark as coal,
underneath the night, they were starved and cold.
no one cared,沒人愛, 他們不斷的走,
是否得到公正, they'll never know.
and they'll never go, cuz they hunt my dreams,
infant child with sorrow, just like Blake had seen.
我給了我的soul, but then its no good.
Inspection's mind's dead, drowning social mind sets,
Perceive the social cost, bouncing the mind checks.
Red roses infested, by sickness infectious,
Lectures never fix this, worms gladly mixes.
Social hypocritical, binding silver riches,
Christians over loathing, on their neighbor’s mistress.
Giving prayers to Hades, while preaching heaven,
Leaving coins on the dead, by these Christian-Pagans.
that's the question I ask,包著質疑心態,
如果神 對人 伸出了右手,
那我們的左手must be holding the devil.
these sequels of death are never in rest,
as I breathe out vengance upon my breath. (x2)