歌词
这是那未化解之事的化身
This is the embodiment of unresolve
从人性的忽视衰竭里生出
Spawned by the negligence of humanities devolve
我们不会（我们不会）做哪些坐等死亡的人
We won't (we won't) be the ones to sit back and dissolve
一个不可化解的生存危机
An existential crisis that cannot be absolved
一观穿透那些有着血肉的灵魂，穿透云层，穿透天空
A gaze to pierce the fleshy souls, the clouds, and the heavens
它的本质是无形的，一个被无限拉扯的存在
Formless in its own essence, an entity stretched across the extent
只因为血在他们身体里流动，粘液在他们鼻腔，他们才被视为活物
做出扭曲的表情来挑战与他们融合的致死物种
Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose
只因为血在他们身体里流动，粘液在他们鼻腔，他们才被视为活物
Making faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they've meshed with
做出扭曲的表情来挑战与他们融合的致死物种
Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose
在他们起初之时已经定下了人类的存亡
Making faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they've meshed with
人类的命运由他们的想象而定性
脓包开始慢慢成形，最后从他们的皮肤中炸裂而出
Ordained the death of humans from their very inception
从他们的皮肤中炸裂而出
The destiny of mankind brought forth by their own ideals
这是那未化解之事的化身
Pustules are slowly beginning to form, and pop from their fuçking skin
从人性的忽视衰竭里生出
Pop from their fuçking skin
我们不会（我们不会）做哪些坐等死亡的人
一个不可化解有关我们存亡的危机
This is the embodiment of unresolve
一观穿透那些有着血肉的灵魂，穿透云层，穿透天空
Spawned by the negligence of humanities devolve
它的本质是无形的，一个被无限拉扯的存在
We won't (we won't) be the ones to sit back and dissolve
只因为血在他们身体里流动，粘液在他们鼻腔，他们才被视为活物
An existential crisis that cannot be absolved
做出扭曲的表情来挑战与他们融合的致死物种
A gaze to pierce the fleshy souls, the clouds, and the heavens
只因为血在他们身体里流动，粘液在他们鼻腔，他们才被视为活物
Formless in its own essence, an entity stretched across the extent
只因为血在他们身体里流动，粘液在他们鼻腔，他们才被视为活物
在他们起初之时已经定下了人类的存亡
Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose
人类的命运由他们的想象而定性
Making faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they've meshed with
脓包开始慢慢成形，最后从他们的皮肤中炸裂而出
Only deemed alive as blood flows through their veins and with snot in their nose
从他们的皮肤中炸裂而出
Making faces contort to challenge the mortal coil they've meshed with
Ordained the death of humans from their very inception
The destiny of mankind brought forth by their own ideals
Pustules are slowly beginning to form, and pop from their fuçking skin
Pop from their fuçking skin
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