Slowly Growing Deaf

	作词 : Mister Bungle
	As the congregation grows
	To my ears the greatest sin
	The lung of solitude deflates
	Feel a bit like
	BeethovenExiled to the inner voice, difference is...
	Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst
	He had no choice
	We can't seem to find the air
	To get our message through your heads
	Poor respiration is sure
	To keep clear communication obscure
	As if I should care
	As if you are listening out there
	The louder you speak the more
	I can hear
	The less I can understand
	Pound on it, pound it in
	To my ears the greatest sin
	Feel a bit like
	BeethovenPaint my lungs so silently
	The darkest color of your noise
	A crowd will contradict its own audibility
	Can't hear the diaglogue for the voice
	No one is listening
	Ears are ringing
	Yet ears are ringing
	In the morning
	I will see
	What you were trying to say to me
	As I respond into the sink
	Need not again hear myself think
	Ears are ringing
	Wax within my ears has grown
	Just like the snot inside my nose
	My interpretation of distorted conversation
	I will kill for isolation
	To enjoy the breath of silence
	When the blood comes naturally
	Sacrifice the energy
	Before the threshold of pain has grown
	I have chosen to plug my nose
	Mole out from society
	Survive off my soliloquy
	Bleeding from nose, throat & ears
	Removed I can speak as he has

	zuò cí : Mister Bungle
	As the congregation grows
	To my ears the greatest sin
	The lung of solitude deflates
	Feel a bit like
	BeethovenExiled to the inner voice, difference is...
	Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst
	He had no choice
	We can' t seem to find the air
	To get our message through your heads
	Poor respiration is sure
	To keep clear communication obscure
	As if I should care
	As if you are listening out there
	The louder you speak the more
	I can hear
	The less I can understand
	Pound on it, pound it in
	To my ears the greatest sin
	Feel a bit like
	BeethovenPaint my lungs so silently
	The darkest color of your noise
	A crowd will contradict its own audibility
	Can' t hear the diaglogue for the voice
	No one is listening
	Ears are ringing
	Yet ears are ringing
	In the morning
	I will see
	What you were trying to say to me
	As I respond into the sink
	Need not again hear myself think
	Ears are ringing
	Wax within my ears has grown
	Just like the snot inside my nose
	My interpretation of distorted conversation
	I will kill for isolation
	To enjoy the breath of silence
	When the blood comes naturally
	Sacrifice the energy
	Before the threshold of pain has grown
	I have chosen to plug my nose
	Mole out from society
	Survive off my soliloquy
	Bleeding from nose, throat ears
	Removed I can speak as he has