Death song
we're on a bullet and we're headed straight into god, even he'd like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket and we hope that heaven's true
i saw a cop beat a priest on the tv, and they know they killed our heroes too
we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you
let's sing the death song kids
we light a candle on an earth we made into hell, and pretend that we're in heaven
each time we do we get the blind man's ticket and we know that nothing's true
i saw priest kill a cop on the tv, and i know now they're our heroes too
we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you
we write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god
(chorus)
we were the world, but we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you

سرود مرگ
ما روي گلوله اي هستيم
و ما مستقيم به سوي خدا نشانه رفته ايم
او هم مي خواهد كه تمامش كند
ما قرصي خورديم ، چهره اي ساختيم ، بليطهايمان را خريديم
و ما اميدواريم كه بهشت حقيقت داشته باشد
من ديروز در تلويزيون پليسي را ديدم كه كشيشي را ميزد
آنها هم مي دانستند كه قهرمان ما را كشتند
ما سرود مرگ را مي خوانيم
چون ما هيچ آينده اي نداريم
و ما فقط مي خواهيم مثل تو باشيم
ما شمعي را روي زمين روشن كرديم
و آنرا تبديل به جهنم كرديم
و اينطور وانمود كرديم كه در بهشت هستيم
ما دعاهايمان را روي يك بمب نوشتيم
و بوسه اي بر رويش زديم
و به خدا فرستاديم
ما دنيا بوديم
اما هيچ آينده اي نداريم
و ما فقط مي خواهيم مثل تو باشيم



The reflecting god
your world is an ashtray
we burn and coil like cigarettes
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud
it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's
feeling cheated
you've only spent a second of your life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
saw heaven and hell were lies
when I'm god everybody dies
scar/can you feel my power?
shoot here and the world gets smaller
scar/scar/can you feel my power?
one shot and the world gets smaller
let's jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there's no reason to live at all
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
"each thing i show you is a piece of my death"
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker
no salvation, no forgiveness
"this is beyond your experience"
forgiveness...

خداي منعكس شده
دنياي تو مثل يك زيرسيگاري است
و ما مثل سيگاري مي سوزيم و خاكستر مي شويم
و هر چه بيشتر گريه كنيم خاكسترهاي ما تبديل به لجن مي شوند
اين سرشت زالو(موجودي خونوار) است
انسانهاي پاكدامن فريب خورده اند
تو فقط قسمت دوم زندگيت را خرج مي كني
دنياي من ساده است
راه خروجي دارد
من ميگويم اين هست پس اين درست است
آنجا رويايي درون رويا است
؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
من وقتي مردم شما خواهيد فهميد
من رفتم پيش خدا تا ببينمش
و من به خودم نگاه مي كردم
ديدم بهشت و جهنم دروغ بوده
زماني كه من خدا هستم همه مرده اند
اثر گناه / آيا قدرت من را حس مي كني ؟
اينجا شليك كن دنيا كوچكتر مي شود
بگذار روي شمشير تيزبپزيم
و لبخندهايمان بريده شود
بدون وجود تهديد مرگ
هيچ دليلي براي زنده بودن وجود ندارد
هر چيزي كه من به تو نشان دادم تكه ابي از مرگم بود
شليك كن
هيچ رستگاري وجود ندارد
هيچ بخششي وجود ندارد
اين فراتر از تجربه ماست



coma black
my mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
i didn't know what love was on that day
my heart's a tiny bloodclot, i picked at it
it never heals it never goes away
i burned all the good things in the eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
i would have told her then, she was the only thing
that i could love in this dying world
but the simple word "love" itself
already died and went away
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
this was never my world, you took the angel away
i'd kill myself to make everybody pay
i burned all the good things in the eden eye
we were too dumb to run, too dead to die
b) the apple of discord
her heart's bloodstained egg we didn't handle with care
it's broken and bleeding and we can never repair

دهانم باز بود و دروغ ها را در خود پرورش ميداد
من در آن روز نمي دانستم عشق چيه
قلبم لخته كو چكي از خون است : من پوستش را كنده ام
قلبم هيچ وقت خوب نخواهد شد و هيچ وقت از بين نخواهد رفت
در وسط بهشت همه چيز هاي خوب را سوزاندم
ما خيلي بي هدف براي ادامه يافتن و خيلي بي حس براي مردن هستيم
اين دنيا هرگز مال من نبوده ، تو مالك آن را بيرون كردي
من مي خواهم خودم را بكشم كه انتقام ديگران را بگيرم
مي خواستم به او بگويم كه او تنها چيزيه كه من ميتونم تو اين دنياي مردني عاشقش شوم
اما همين كلمه ساده عشق خودش قبلا مرده بود و كنار رفته بود
قلب او تكه اي از خون بود ما از آن خوب مواظبت نكرديم
آن شكست و خونش جاري شد و ما نمي توانيم هرگز آن را درست كنيم



personal jesus
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal jesus
Reach out and touch faith

عيساي خصوصي تو
شخصي براي شنيدن دعاها و درخواستهاي تو
شخصي كه مراقب تو است
عيساي خصوصي تو
شخصي براي شنيدن دعاهاي و درخواستهاي تو
كسي كه هميشه آنجاست
اين يك احساسي ناشناخته است
و تو هميشه تنها هستي
جسم و استخوان
با تلفن
گيرنده را بردار
من تو را به يك با ايمان تبديل مي كنم
دومين چيز خوب را بگير
منو امتحان كن
چيز هايي تو دلته
تو احتياج داري كه اونارو اقرار كني
من رستگارت ميكنم
تو ميدوني من آمرزنده هستم
به بيرون برس و ايمانت را لمس كن



Thursday, December 09, 2004
beautiful people
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]

من تو را نميخواهم و به تو احتياجي ندارم
سعي نكن مقاومت كني وگرنه تو را هم از سر راهم بر مي دارم
تقصير تو نيست كه هميشه بهت بي احترامي مي شه
افراد ضعيف براي تصديق افراد قوي به وجود آمده اند
مردم عالي ، مردم عالي
همه چيز به اندازه قدرتت بستگي دارد
درختا نمي گذارن جنگلو ببيني
تو نمي توني بوي كثافت خودتو بفهمي
وقتي براي جدا كردن مردم نيست
از هر آدم آشغالي كه جلوي راهته ، نفرت داشته باش
هي تو چي ميبيني ؟
بعضي چيزها عالي ، بعضي چيزها مفت
هي تو آيا سعي مي كني كه بد جنس باشي ؟
دوست من تو وقتي با ميمونها زندگي مي كني پاك موندنت سخته
كرمها در هر سوراخي زندگي مي كنند
معلوم نيست كداميكي بيشتر مي خورد
مردم زشت مردم زشت
اين هم به اندازه قدرتت بستگي دارد
كاپيتاليسم جامعه را اينگونه ساخته
عقايذ قديمي فاشيستي آن را به دورها خواهد برد




Death song
we're on a bullet and we're headed straight into god, even he'd like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face, buy our ticket and we hope that heaven's true
i saw a cop beat a priest on the tv, and they know they killed our heroes too
we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you
let's sing the death song kids
we light a candle on an earth we made into hell, and pretend that we're in heaven
each time we do we get the blind man's ticket and we know that nothing's true
i saw priest kill a cop on the tv, and i know now they're our heroes too
we sing the death song kids, because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you
we write our prayers on a little bomb, kiss it on the face and send it to god
(chorus)
we were the world, but we've got no future
and we want to be just like you, we want to be just like you

سرود مرگ
ما روي گلوله اي هستيم
و ما مستقيم به سوي خدا نشانه رفته ايم
او هم مي خواهد كه تمامش كند
ما قرصي خورديم ، چهره اي ساختيم ، بليطهايمان را خريديم
و ما اميدواريم كه بهشت حقيقت داشته باشد
من ديروز در تلويزيون پليسي را ديدم كه كشيشي را ميزد
آنها هم مي دانستند كه قهرمان ما را كشتند
ما سرود مرگ را مي خوانيم
چون ما هيچ آينده اي نداريم
و ما فقط مي خواهيم مثل تو باشيم
ما شمعي را روي زمين روشن كرديم
و آنرا تبديل به جهنم كرديم
و اينطور وانمود كرديم كه در بهشت هستيم
ما دعاهايمان را روي يك بمب نوشتيم
و بوسه اي بر رويش زديم
و به خدا فرستاديم
ما دنيا بوديم
اما هيچ آينده اي نداريم
و ما فقط مي خواهيم مثل تو باشيم