I do not own the instrumental.
Downloaded from https://soundcloud.com/giannis-kalou

KR)
I'm an artist
형상과 개념간의 연관을 찾아
형이상학적 고뇌의 샘에 코를 박아
내가 아는 게 아는 것이란 확신은 없지만
날 앞으로 당겨주네 이 망할 회의감
어둠이 찾아오면 사람들은 숨(어)
어처구니 없이 허무한 이 인생에(서)
서서히 느껴가지 비껴 못가는 운(명)
명확히 말 안해도 다들 속으로 (느껴)
느껴지니 지구가 어디로 도는지?
넌 3차원에 갇힌 점, 닥치기 전엔 모르지
2000년이 넘도록 네 자신을 알라는 말
그 어떤 곳에서도 답은 나온 적 없으니
to each his own
그래 넌 네 생각을 가지렴
파렴치한 정치인의 유혹을 떨치렴
아는 건 알고 모르는 건 모르는 것이 앎이니
끊임없이 질문하렴 네게 주어진 모든걸

EN)
I'm an artist, searching for the relation between form and concept;
I stick my nose into the fountain of metaphysical torment.
I am not sure if I truly 'know' but this skepticism is what pulls me forward.
When darkness falls, people hide
from this ridiculously meaningless life.
They feel the inevitable fate closing in,
even though they are unable to tell for sure, they feel it inside.
Can you feel where the Earth spins towards?
No, you are but a point stuck in the third dimension.
You can only perceive what is in your presence.
It has been 2000 years since "know thyself"
but there hasn't been one 'right' answer, so to each his own.
Yes, think for yourself,
shake off the seduction that shameless politicians offer;
"Knowing that what you know is what you know, and that not knowing is not knowing, is true knowledge."
Constantly question everything that is given to you.

MPT_1 (Beats by Kalou)

Beat: Sinister by Orbz. I do not own the instrumental.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKH82InOZ4U
english translations below

KR)
am i  dead? am i dead?
해가 떴나?
지금 몇시지,
아무도 없나?
있을리 없지
아닌가

며칠째 벗어 나지를 못해 머릿속
엉킨 털실처럼 뒤섞이는 내 기억의 파편 속에
묻혀 가, 뭐가 두려운 건 아니야
아주 잠깐, 잠깐만 더 쉬고플 뿐이야
제발 나가, 난 버려질게 뻔하니 내가 먼저 버릴래
더는 계산하기도 재기도 생각하기도 귀찮어이제
부적응자라고 욕하 긴 너무나도 쉬운 것 같아
그치? 입만 모아 말하면 진실이 되니까.
"그들은 개 우리는 돼지, 죽어서야 쓸모가 있고"
"Real lunatics dont come to shrinks,
no, it's only their  victims that do"
what does that tell you?
Mad world, 미친 세상이야. 
내가 미쳤나, 네가 미쳤나?

I'm stuck inside my head
I'm fucked and I wish I was dead
I'm not okay

너는 내 거울, 더도 덜도 없이 Bitch지
자기혐오의 허울을 뒤집어쓴 난지치지
몇 시인 거야, 시계는 멈췄고 폰은 부서졌어
다 흘러갔어, 나만 멈춰있어
가운데 발톱이 4미리 자라있어
상처가 아문델 긁었더니 피 나있어
침대 밖은 위험해 바닥은 차고.. 그런데
잠깐, 지금 몇 시지?
가운데 발톱이 4미리 자라있어
상처가 가려워, 피는 흘러
오줌 마렵지만 걸어나가기 위험해
침대 밖은 위험해 잠깐, 
지금 몇시지?

EN)
am i dead? am i dead?
is the sun up?
what time is it now?
is anyone here?
i didn't think so.
is there?

for days i can't get escape, i'm smothered
by this pile of memories that tangle up like a hank of yarn
it's not like i'm afraid of anything,
i just need to rest, for just a little bit more.
so please leave me,
i'll turn my back on you first, i know i'll be abandoned anyway,
i'm sick of calculating, measuring, and even thinking of anything now
it's so easy to make someone an outcast, a black sheep
you gather some friends to call them one, and then it becomes the truth
"They're dogs and us the pigs, we're only useful to people when we're dead"
"Real lunatics don't come to shrinks, it's only their victims that do"
what does that tell you?
Mad world, it's a mad world.
Am I the one who's crazy? Or is it you?

I'm stuck inside my head
I'm fucked and I wish I was dead
I'm not okay

You are my mirror, nothing more than a reflection(korean pun for bitch)
with this shell of self-hate on me, i get exhausted
what time is it now? my clocks are dead and my phone is broken
they've all flown away, and I'm stuck here on my own
my middle toenail has grown 4mm,
I scratched an itchy scab, and now it bleeds
it's dangerous outside the bed, the floors are cold,
hold on, what time is it now?
my middle toenail has grown 4mm,
my scar itches, and it's bleeding,
i need to take a leak, but it's dangerous outside
it's dangerous outside the bed,
hold on.
what time is it?

Alo_WSD