Оригинален текст
To be common place would be unique,
But were so obscure were incoherent,
Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke,
Rattling, rattling,
No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face
Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant,
Like osteoporosis, shes brittle she is broken
Static comes through synthesizers, megaphones and drum machines,
Beauty sounds like smashed guitars,
And several references to feedback,
Rattling, rattling,
No surgery to save your life,
No promise everythings all right
Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant,
Like osteoporosis shes brittle and she is broken,
Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die,
Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic,
Its over, its over,
No more waiting for something to live for,
Its over, its over,
Everything is dying and we want something more