Intro

'I made an album called Equivalency, its the story about Sarah and David,
我製作了一張名為Equivalency的專輯，是關於莎拉和大衛的故事，
this f– ficticious couple that I created to have this narrative of a couple who falls in love and then breaks up, and it was a story that I was really excited to tell,
我創造了一對虛構的情侶，講述了一對墜入愛河然後分手的情侶，這是一個讓我非常激動的故事，
and to this day its one of my favorite–
直到今天，它還是我的最愛之一-
uh, creative projects Ive ever been blessed to be a part of.
呃，我有幸參與過創意項目。
But there are certain chapters of the story in the songs that didnt see the light of day,
但有些章節的故事在歌曲中看不到陽光，
and I wanted... I wanted to share the whole story.
我想。。。我想分享整個故事。
And– but before I share their story, I wanna... share more of mine, too.
但是在我分享他們的故事之前，我想。。。分享我的更多。
This is a poem I wrote before Hotel Books existed , when I wanted to be a poet.'
這是一首我在酒店書籍出現之前寫的詩，當時我想成為一名詩人。
[Poem]
這只是一個技巧，或者說是一個技巧和拋光列表，
'Its just an artifice, or artifacts and polished lists follows in this,
你可以量化囊腫，直到它癌變或危險，在它交給分析員之前，你統一起來做
and youll quantify the cyst until its cancerous or hazardous and you unify and do me right before its handed to an ****yst.
然後不適當的道歉和橄欖樹給用新電池製造的幸福的姿態插上了一根樹枝，
And then inadequate apologies and olive trees lending a branch to the stance of happiness manufactured with a new battery,
為了迎合管理的需要，為了掩蓋這一點，我要問：
and flattering the pandering of managing and hemorrhaging of masking this, so Im asking this:
靈魂的改變僅僅是因為它和它的模式押韻？
does the spirit change just cause it rhymes with its patterns?
他們似乎很好地利用了時間，或者。 。 。只有實質性的東西才重要嗎？
It seemed like they make good use of time, or... does it only matter if its substance?
比如說，有沒有一種方法可以到達天堂而不致於死亡，還有過去的迷霧，我們的骨頭是灰塵，我們在中生鏽，或者在自認是武器化的滑稽動作的情況下，在食人族彈道中生鏽？
Like, is there a way to get to heaven without dying, and the passing mists where our bones are dust, and we rust in the ******** or the cannibalistics ballistics on self-evidence of a weaponized antic?
我們從一個火箭或一個裝滿了堆積如山的管道和管道的插座中起飛，這些管道和管道吸收了從你的大腦到你的智能手機，再到撒旦遙遠的藏身之家的打字。
And we blast off from a rocket or a socket full of piled-up ruckus of ducts and piping that suck up with the typing from your brain to your smartphone, to Satans old home in distant hiding.
有一個離開天堂的地方，因為我想我們不是很聰明，我們會犯一百萬個錯誤來取代這些惡魔。
Theres a place to exit Heaven, cause I guess we werent brilliant and were gonna make a million or make a million mistakes that replace these demons.
只要一把鹽和光就可以得到正確的稱呼，稱之為攻擊，而且名字就刻在十字架的背面，被一些想從深坑里鑽出來的人所渴望，在滲透的力量決定追趕太陽，擊碎人的背部，這樣他們就可以跑了。
Just a handful of salt and light to get the right way to call it assault, and name on the back of the cross carved by blood and craved by some who want to get out of a hole dug deep before the seeping force decided to chase after the sun and break the backs of men so they can run.
它是如此的普通和模仿，我從來沒有什麼意思。
Its so generic and copycat and nothing that I ever meant.
總統回電給我，但我的立場不會有任何改變，因為我是一個寬恕偽造願望和在破碎骨骼的壁櫥裡囤積拳頭的證人。你對我犯的錯誤滿意嗎？
The president called me back, but my stance wouldnt make a difference cause Im a witness to the forgiveness of forging wishes and hoarding fists in the closet of broken skeletons. Are you happy with the mistakes I made?
不，因為現在你必須表現出來，看到我行為的後果，像仙人掌一樣折斷了我的背
No. Cause now you have to behave, seeing the consequences of how I acted, broke my back like a cactus just so you could see
我已經準備好採取行動並上演一場表演，
that Im ready to call action and put on a show,
所以我知道當我追逐燈光的時候。 。 。
so I know while Im chasing the lights...
光線在減弱。
the lights fading.
因為這只是練習。 。 。
Cause this was all just practice...
一輩子我可能會好起來。 ”
for a life I might get right.'