Eureka Pile - Ministry

I seem to find myself each time I run away
每次逃离时，我似乎都能找到自己
Don't give me vivid in some yester body
别让我在过去的躯壳中栩栩如生
Selling
出售
Days
日子
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
有时它们像时间的沙粒般重现
Or dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine
或者像流沙般，宝贝，从我夏日的酒中流走
Same faces broken homes
相同的面孔，破碎的家园
Those memories have fled
那些记忆已经消逝
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
我内心的泪水如今已沉寂或干涸
My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore
我的血管中涌动着无法忽视的渴望
Alright eurekas pile
好吧，灵感的堆积
Now my saviour or my w***e
如今是我的救赎还是我的枷锁
There's a lot that they don't mind when things arent what they seem
当事情并非表面那样时，他们并不在意
I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me
我总是醒来，宝贝，因为我总是找回自己
My life may ain't come to much
我的生活或许没有太多成就
Ignore my history
但请别忽视我的过去
Least my eureka pile can see some way I feel
至少我的顿悟之堆能感受到我的方式
Ain't the way I see
并非我所见的方式
My eureka pile and me
我的顿悟之堆与我