作词 : Low 作曲 : Low Sometimes The congregation takes the other side An inquisition of familiar lies A grave distraction from a quiet rise Sometimes The congregation can't make up its mind Incarceration creeps up from behind The implication is its own device In the middle of a salient fight Sometimes The congregation can't be satisfied Can't be bothered with the ways and whys Generations like the ways and times编辑于2023/05/09更新