| 作曲 : Frydrychowicz, Quo Vadis | |
| A conspiratory silence fills my mind | |
| A hardly mentioned name | |
| Yet it permeates my every move. | |
| Power of will is hardly enough | |
| Accomplishing nothing but a delusionary | |
| Sense of completeness. | |
| Pretense, my own parody | |
| As played by me to humiliate no one | |
| But myself. | |
| This foolish game | |
| I play - [My spirit] being subjected to ever new, | |
| Devious plots by my mind - | |
| Permanently scars my soul! | |
| Etched in anguish, memories carved out in pain, | |
| Struggling | |
| To maintain my battedred sanity brings relief. | |
| While rest is an eupherism for torture. | |
| Denying myself the memories | |
| Only worsens the flood of emotion | |
| Drowning me every time | |
| As I struggle to maintain my composure. | |
| It's asking to deny the reason for my existence | |
| Because I feel that somewhere, somehow, | |
| Our two paths will join at one point | |
| Through some spiritual, yet tangible bond | |
| Which so far had prevented all of my deceitful | |
| Attempts and insignifant conspiracies to | |
| Eradicate her from my heart. | |
| Meanwhile | |
| I bludgeon pain into a manageable mold | |
| Encysted in layers of hate, permitting time to | |
| Pass as I maintain - | |
| Hidden behind impermeable walls | |
| Of my own bulsh*t!!! |
| zuo qu : Frydrychowicz, Quo Vadis | |
| A conspiratory silence fills my mind | |
| A hardly mentioned name | |
| Yet it permeates my every move. | |
| Power of will is hardly enough | |
| Accomplishing nothing but a delusionary | |
| Sense of completeness. | |
| Pretense, my own parody | |
| As played by me to humiliate no one | |
| But myself. | |
| This foolish game | |
| I play My spirit being subjected to ever new, | |
| Devious plots by my mind | |
| Permanently scars my soul! | |
| Etched in anguish, memories carved out in pain, | |
| Struggling | |
| To maintain my battedred sanity brings relief. | |
| While rest is an eupherism for torture. | |
| Denying myself the memories | |
| Only worsens the flood of emotion | |
| Drowning me every time | |
| As I struggle to maintain my composure. | |
| It' s asking to deny the reason for my existence | |
| Because I feel that somewhere, somehow, | |
| Our two paths will join at one point | |
| Through some spiritual, yet tangible bond | |
| Which so far had prevented all of my deceitful | |
| Attempts and insignifant conspiracies to | |
| Eradicate her from my heart. | |
| Meanwhile | |
| I bludgeon pain into a manageable mold | |
| Encysted in layers of hate, permitting time to | |
| Pass as I maintain | |
| Hidden behind impermeable walls | |
| Of my own bulsh t!!! |
| zuò qǔ : Frydrychowicz, Quo Vadis | |
| A conspiratory silence fills my mind | |
| A hardly mentioned name | |
| Yet it permeates my every move. | |
| Power of will is hardly enough | |
| Accomplishing nothing but a delusionary | |
| Sense of completeness. | |
| Pretense, my own parody | |
| As played by me to humiliate no one | |
| But myself. | |
| This foolish game | |
| I play My spirit being subjected to ever new, | |
| Devious plots by my mind | |
| Permanently scars my soul! | |
| Etched in anguish, memories carved out in pain, | |
| Struggling | |
| To maintain my battedred sanity brings relief. | |
| While rest is an eupherism for torture. | |
| Denying myself the memories | |
| Only worsens the flood of emotion | |
| Drowning me every time | |
| As I struggle to maintain my composure. | |
| It' s asking to deny the reason for my existence | |
| Because I feel that somewhere, somehow, | |
| Our two paths will join at one point | |
| Through some spiritual, yet tangible bond | |
| Which so far had prevented all of my deceitful | |
| Attempts and insignifant conspiracies to | |
| Eradicate her from my heart. | |
| Meanwhile | |
| I bludgeon pain into a manageable mold | |
| Encysted in layers of hate, permitting time to | |
| Pass as I maintain | |
| Hidden behind impermeable walls | |
| Of my own bulsh t!!! |
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