歌词翻译 (英文 → 中文)
刀下
这个是我太怕写的歌
但今晚你们中某些人说不定需要它
啊，你在那里，玻璃做的心
小脆弱东西，碎了太快
试图捡起来那些片
那是你第一回被切的方法
恶魔把你吸引进去了，你没表现出来
没想让别人知道
你上瘾了
你只需要切
你为你的疼痛雕刻了一个特殊地方
所以每天晚上它回来害你
你闭上眼睛，希望一切都不见
直到你在刀下消失了
你知道这个笔交易，没人在乎
只是又一个有需要的孩子，手里拿着伤心故事
把你的秘密盖起来
我们不需要又一个削减
但你不可以藏一个玻璃做的心
你用你所有的力气把自己放一起
你终于受够了
终于得喊“够了”
你为你的疼痛雕刻了一个特殊地方
所以每天晚上它回来害你
你闭上眼睛，希望一切都不见
直到你在刀下消失了
听着- 我知道从另一边被简化了
很容易错过为什么的所有乱原因
也容易忘记你去过哪里
我猜那些疤痕就是为那个，是吗？
我们十五岁时我们不敢让那些屎被见到
但现在看着像自残成为了主流
我看你在我的表演，浑身都是疤痕
像没意义试图别让它明显
因为我们都知道，情绪化小孩儿爱害自己
太多情怀，不够多自我控制
我的意思是，这个令你们别人担忧吗
是个流行性然后我们觉得没事儿，别质疑它
但是这一切使我发愁，我们的疤痕是量我们的货币
好像，让记录显谁让它滑了，谁把它粘在一起
切自己的人，烫自己的人，和荣誉奖
还为注意力自残的装腔作势人
我不管你的意图，我就想要你知道
我的自我憎恨从来都没有带我去想要去的地方
一天结束时，你知道我还得面对
我可以捡起疼痛，但不能切掉
我也不可以给你是个好原因别干
我绞尽脑汁想对你应该做的事情的聪明说法
但你看，我觉得要是有我可以说的事
他们会把它贴到一张宣传册然后送你走
所以我会接着做我总是做的：把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
我会接着做我总是做的：把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
但今晚你们中某些人说不定需要它
啊，你在那里，玻璃做的心
小脆弱东西，碎了太快
试图捡起来那些片
那是你第一回被切的方法
恶魔把你吸引进去了，你没表现出来
没想让别人知道
你上瘾了
你只需要切
你为你的疼痛雕刻了一个特殊地方
所以每天晚上它回来害你
你闭上眼睛，希望一切都不见
直到你在刀下消失了
你知道这个笔交易，没人在乎
只是又一个有需要的孩子，手里拿着伤心故事
把你的秘密盖起来
我们不需要又一个削减
但你不可以藏一个玻璃做的心
你用你所有的力气把自己放一起
你终于受够了
终于得喊“够了”
你为你的疼痛雕刻了一个特殊地方
所以每天晚上它回来害你
你闭上眼睛，希望一切都不见
直到你在刀下消失了
听着- 我知道从另一边被简化了
很容易错过为什么的所有乱原因
也容易忘记你去过哪里
我猜那些疤痕就是为那个，是吗？
我们十五岁时我们不敢让那些屎被见到
但现在看着像自残成为了主流
我看你在我的表演，浑身都是疤痕
像没意义试图别让它明显
因为我们都知道，情绪化小孩儿爱害自己
太多情怀，不够多自我控制
我的意思是，这个令你们别人担忧吗
是个流行性然后我们觉得没事儿，别质疑它
但是这一切使我发愁，我们的疤痕是量我们的货币
好像，让记录显谁让它滑了，谁把它粘在一起
切自己的人，烫自己的人，和荣誉奖
还为注意力自残的装腔作势人
我不管你的意图，我就想要你知道
我的自我憎恨从来都没有带我去想要去的地方
一天结束时，你知道我还得面对
我可以捡起疼痛，但不能切掉
我也不可以给你是个好原因别干
我绞尽脑汁想对你应该做的事情的聪明说法
但你看，我觉得要是有我可以说的事
他们会把它贴到一张宣传册然后送你走
所以我会接着做我总是做的：把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
我会接着做我总是做的：把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
把我的心拽到钢琴然后让它为你唱歌
原始歌词 (English)
Under the Knife
This is the song I’m too scared to write
But some of you may need it tonight
Oh there you were, heart made of glass
fragile little thing, shattered too fast
tried to pick the pieces up up up
and that’s the way you first got cut cut cut
Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it show
didn’t want the others to ever have to know
that you were getting hooked on up up up
and all you had to do was cut cut cut
You carved a special place for your pain
so it came back to hurt you every night
you closed your eyes and wished it all away
until you disappeared under the knife
You knew the deal, no one gives a damn
just another needy kid, sob story in hand
keep your secrets covered up up up
we don’t need another cut cut cut
But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glass
You put yourself together with all the strength you had
You were finally fed up up up
finally had to scream enough
You carved a special place for your pain
so it came back to hurt you every night
you closed your eyes and wished it all away
until you disappeared under the knife
Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other side
it’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why
and it’s easy to forget where you’ve been
I guess that’s what the scars are for, huh?
When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seen
but now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstream
I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe
like there’s no point even trying not to let it show
Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselves
too many feelings and not enough self control
and I mean, does this mess any of the rest of you
it’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measured
like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together
cutters and burners and honorable mentions
posers who still cut themselves up for the attention
I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to know
my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go
and at the end of the day, you know I still had to face
that I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away
and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not to
I’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do
But you know, I think if there was something I could say
They’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way
So I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for you
I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you
Drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you
But some of you may need it tonight
Oh there you were, heart made of glass
fragile little thing, shattered too fast
tried to pick the pieces up up up
and that’s the way you first got cut cut cut
Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it show
didn’t want the others to ever have to know
that you were getting hooked on up up up
and all you had to do was cut cut cut
You carved a special place for your pain
so it came back to hurt you every night
you closed your eyes and wished it all away
until you disappeared under the knife
You knew the deal, no one gives a damn
just another needy kid, sob story in hand
keep your secrets covered up up up
we don’t need another cut cut cut
But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glass
You put yourself together with all the strength you had
You were finally fed up up up
finally had to scream enough
You carved a special place for your pain
so it came back to hurt you every night
you closed your eyes and wished it all away
until you disappeared under the knife
Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other side
it’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why
and it’s easy to forget where you’ve been
I guess that’s what the scars are for, huh?
When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seen
but now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstream
I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe
like there’s no point even trying not to let it show
Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselves
too many feelings and not enough self control
and I mean, does this mess any of the rest of you
it’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measured
like let the record show who let it slip and who held it together
cutters and burners and honorable mentions
posers who still cut themselves up for the attention
I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to know
my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go
and at the end of the day, you know I still had to face
that I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away
and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not to
I’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do
But you know, I think if there was something I could say
They’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way
So I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for you
I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you
Drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you