(From ripe, to green
Too real, too late)
Should I lie down, or stand up
Or walk around again ?
My eyes finally right opened out
My eyes finally right opened shut
To find my fount of sound
that Ears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
( but We smother each other with the nettle
and Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather )
it Blows through our trees, swims through our sees
Flies to the last gasp we left
on this earth
It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth....
Should I die again ? Should I die around ?
The pounds of matter willing to space
I know I’ll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face
oh With my own wooden case
You with me
It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth...
Death To Birth/Michael Pitt
从反抗到合乎时宜，
现实如此，何以为继。
我该躺下，还是站起
或者再次行走流离？
我的眼睛终于睁开
我的眼睛终于关闭，
来寻我声音的源泉
用耳倾听我的泪滴
