You are a worm through time.
The thunder song distorts you.
Happiness comes.
White Pearls
but yellow and red in the eye.
Through a mirror,
inverted is made right.
Leave your insides by the door.
Push the fingers through the surface into wet.
You've always been the new you.
You want this to be true.
We stand around you while you dream.
You can almost hear our words but you forget.
This happens more and more now.
You gave us permission in your regulations.
We wait in the stains.
The word that describes this is redacted.
Repeat the word.
The name of the sound.
It resonates in your home.
After the song,time for applause.
We build you till nothing remains.
The egg cracks and the truth will emerge out of you.
You are home.
You remind us of home.
You've taken your boss with your boss with you.
All hair must be eaten.
Under the conceptual reality behind this reality,
you must want these waves to drag you away.
After the song,time for applause.
This cliche is death out of time:
breaking the first the second the third the fourth wall,
the fifth wall,
floor;
no floor:

你是一只穿越时间的虫子。
雷鸣之歌扭曲了你的体态。
幸福降临。
白若珍珠
但眼里藏着黄红般的混沌。
透过镜子，
倒影终将被纠正。
把你的内在留在门口。
手指透过表面沁入湿润。
你一直是全新的自己。
你希望这是真的。
当你做梦时，我们就站在你身边。
你能听到我们的谈话，但是终将忘记。
现在这种情况发生得越来越频繁。
你在你的规则中赋予我们权限。
我们在污渍中等待。
而这种情况得措辞已经经过了修改。
重复那个词。
那声音的名字。
它在你家里引起共振。
歌声落，掌声响。
我们毫无保留地打造你。
真相破壳而出。
你回家了。
你提醒了我们该回家了。
你带着你的老大一起来了。
必须吃掉所有头发。
在现实背后的意念世界中，
你肯定希望这意识流将你卷走。
歌声落，掌声响。
这个套路就是死亡时间：
打破第一面，第二面，第三面，第四面墙，
然后是第五面墙，
接着是地板；
地板没了：