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Slightly edited versions of the original, whose colour concealed the details of this oufit.

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There's nothing else - a proper translation

(TW: the lyrics to this song mention unal*ving on*self - proceed at your own risk)

Pathetic as it is, this is all I’ve got. From the moment I was born, I’ve been but a weak man.

Drenched in regret - serenade - Pain shared between us, dragged down, sucked under.

Endless overthinking - serenade - Spouted from on high, unintelligible. A swirling su*c*de.

Douse me in oil. As for the ones beside me - who can say? It doesn’t matter anyway. None of it matters. We’re all headed for the same fate.

A swirling mass of dead bodies.

Pathetic as it is, this is all I’ve got.

Don’t move. Censor this.

This is all I’ve got left. Don’t corner me any further. You know words can kill - you’re the one who sowed their seeds. Disaster changes course.

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MOBS - a proper translation

He won’t accept it (1)- the truth. My breaking heart - he toys with it.

The teller of dreams (2), nods along.

It's not me who carries his cross - and yet I nod along too. As it is, as it is. Time passes just like this. There is a certain clarity, under this clearing sky - let me ask gently, if this is the answer...

I run on with no exit in sight, I speak as though my words mean anything, so which of us is it that cannot change? (3)

He won’t accept it - my breaking heart. The teller of dreams, nods along. The teller of dreams, only ever nods.

(repeat chorus)

Only my ageing, distorted face, smiles back at me in the mirror, just the man I’ve always been.

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(1) If you read the poem in its entirety, it is implied that the "he" is the face in the mirror. (2) Same as above, it is implied that the "teller of dreams" is the same person as the narrator. (3) It is implied that this "who" is the narrator.