Amor Fati - Epik High, Kim Jong Wan

God doesn’t love me.

나 털어놓을 게 많아

고해성사는 없지.

재떨이나 줘봐

Inhale, exhale.

연기보다 욕이 먼저 나와

내 몸과 입을 더럽히면 Hell, 잠시 네 생각이 날까?

넌 내 수면제, 내 카페인, 내 바이러스, 내 백신

내 bible, 내 침대 밑에 dirty magazine

I’m in trouble

우린 완벽히 맞는 조각 둘, 다른 퍼즐

Fuck, 신성하지 않은 세상이

신성시하는 것들

They cannot change me

Nothing can save me

You try to run away

Run away from the world

But then you run away

Run away from yourself

And you don’t know the way home

난 나를 믿어

눈에 보이는 이 순간을 믿어

이 술잔을 믿어

But they call me a non-believer

You try to run away

Run away from the world

But then you run away

Run away from yourself

And you don’t know the way home

난 나를 믿어

손에 고이는 내 땀을 믿어

내 심장을 믿어.

사랑을 믿어

But they call me a non-believer

내게 약을 파는 것보다

큰 악은 없는 답을 파는 것

그 답은 나의 겁, 무지와 불만을 낚아

회 떠 내게 몇 배로 되파는 남는 장사

날로 먹지.

숙명, 사명 띤 운명

명을 다한 이념들로 양념친 구원

알 수 없는 미래 한 점 위해 허기진

현재의 상을 걷어 차는 만병의 근원

It’s Hell’s kitchen.

각자의 단골집의

새빨간 간판 아래 모이네

여기가 원조라며 지 입맛만 고집해

파는 건 같은 독인데

제일 무서운 게 과식한 아이디어

답 한 끼만 지어 주면 상 다리가 휘어

숟가락이 안 쥐어질 때까지 군침 뱉지

맹신, 피를 봐야 풀릴 체기

There’s no way home

멀쩡한 다리 꺾고 목발을 짚게 하는가?

허기지면 독사과 씹게 하는가?

손에 손 대신 총, 칼을 쥐게 하는가?

당신들은 깨끗한가?

멀쩡한 날개 꺾고 왜 땅을 기게 하는가?

혀를 차고 손가락 질을 하는가?

죄 없는 자는 돌 던져도 된다는 말인가?

돌 던지는 건 죄가 아닌가?

Oh God, he doesn’t love me

I know he doesn’t love me

Well, neither do I

Neither do I

We are others

We are the others

God doesn’t love me.

I have a lot to tell

There is no confession

give me an ashtray

Inhale, exhale.

Curse comes before acting

If I get my body and mouth dirty Hell, will I think of you for a moment?

You're my sleeping pill, my caffeine, my virus, my vaccine

My bible, dirty magazine under my bed

I'm in trouble

We two perfectly fit pieces, different puzzles

Fuck, this unholy world

things that are sacred

They cannot change me

Nothing can save me

You try to run away

Run away from the world

But then you run away

Run away from yourself

And you don't know the way home

i trust me

Believe in this visible moment

trust this cup

But they call me a non-believer

You try to run away

Run away from the world

But then you run away

Run away from yourself

And you don't know the way home

i trust me

Trust my sweat on my hands

trust my heart

believe in love

But they call me a non-believer

than selling me drugs

The great evil is selling answers that don't exist

The answer catches my fear, ignorance and dissatisfaction

A surplus business that sells back to me several times

Eat raw.

destiny, destiny

Salvation seasoned with ideologies

Hunger for an unknown future

The root of all diseases that kicks the present prize

It’s Hell’s kitchen.

of their own home

Gather under the bright red sign

Saying this is the original, stick to your taste

Selling is the same poison

The scariest thing is overeating ideas

If you cook just one meal, the upper leg will be bent

I salivate until I can't hold the spoon

Blind faith, a posture that can only be solved by seeing blood

There’s no way home

Breaking a healthy leg and making me use crutches?

Do you make them chew a poison apple when they are hungry?

Do you make them hold guns and knives instead of hands?

are you clean

Why do you make the ground crawl after breaking your intact wings?

Kick your tongue and point your fingers?

Does it mean that an innocent person can throw a stone?

Isn't it a sin to throw stones?

Oh God, he doesn't love me

I know he doesn't love me

Well, neither do I

Neither do I

We are others

We are the others