作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes
I resort to impulse to escape the living 
Facedown in your indifference 
Waiting to fall in line 
And I was never impressed 
With your addiction to conscience 
Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius 
And I've been misled to believe that 
I was alone it always turns out better this way 
Sedated so you won't have to feel a thing 
I resort to impulse to escape the living 
Counting the imperfections 
Down the lines of my face 
When all the regrets and failures 
In you were so obvious 
Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul 
And I've been caught between 
What's real and what's for sale 
I'm not the one who profits 
From stainless masquerades 
I've come to terms with my fixations 
And all your failing attempts 
Faithful performances 
The timelessness of your act 
Won't be the end of me