The world revolves around
Confusing my senses
Nausea sets in
I fall
Continuously
I fall because I fail
Over and over
Same rocks
Same mistakes
I struggle to climb the mountain
Beautiful with its trees and clouds
Sharp edges everywhere
And paths that lead to nothing
Figures appear
At the corners of my sight
Black and slender and many-fingered
They want to trap me
In my paranoia
I am also them
Imprisoned in my house
Like an inmate in his cell
Sees the wonders of the outside
With a certain kind of revolting
Yearning, remembrance and jealousy
In my moments of tranquillity
Relaxed perhaps by a pill
I envision another world
With new life and machines
They live in my head too
But its 3 am
And nobody listens
And I forget
Partially
世界围绕着
混淆我的感官
恶心集在
我跌倒
连续
我跌倒,因为我失败
一遍又一遍
同样的岩石
同样的错误
我挣扎着爬山
美丽的树木和云彩
锋利的边缘无处不在
和路径,导致什么
数字出现
在我视线的角落
黑色细长多指
他们想陷害我
在我的偏执狂
我也是他们
囚禁在我的房子
就像他牢房里的囚犯
看到外面的奇迹
带着某种反抗
向往