with the kid-A

有一種芳香
它狂野佔領你的嗅覺
                                                  
我不想去了解
                                            
                                         
有一種尖刺
它總是在你脆弱時狠狠將你戳刺
                                                                     
我想停止
                                                       
                                 
救命救命
我想我快被自己淹死
                  
眼不見耳不聽    心
或許就不慌
                             
那些沒來由的夢境
卻不停止
死命的索求一丁點
的
情緒與失去控制
                               
                                   
芳香始終盈繞不去
尖刺依舊勾在我肋骨上方某一處                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
                                   
一億零三十一萬四千四百五十七秒
一切就像開始                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
                                  
卻又像是結束