“I have come to retrieve your talent”
Silver-tongued, skilled at irrational exaggeration
Honing it to the point of sensibility,
And sending it into the sickness’s stomach once more
Are you craving for water? All the reasons are quite the same
It’s because they are all the desire of salt
A soup dried up with tears
Makes the throat feel parched
Tonight, how shall you choose your dinner?
Who shall you choose to create your beverage?
The taste from cooking through someone else’s melted dream
It tastes good, right?
Wishing that even if you spit out the thing stuck onto your throat
You definitely won’t be able to stop your hands
It’s not enough, your gluttony has not yet been satisfied
Devour all your sins, devour them
No matter who, there is no differentiation
The sickness known as “avarice” is the convention
The instant memes prolonged the lifeline by two months
How are the disks you collected all around?
A just right number, lip-licking for anticipation
That child’s future, irrational exaggeration
Will you wait for the right time then throw away it carelessly?
The more you dream, the more this heart believes
How impeccable
Who will you use to wipe away a whole body dirtied with mud?
Will you still use A4 paper to limit them?
Reaped, you shall be kicked away by the tender heart
That was about to be reaped
Merely sitting on a chair so exaggerated it’s absurd
Pretending to be an actor, what are you so smug about?
It’s not enough, your gluttony has not yet been satisfied
Devour all your sins, devour them
The dreams from your childhood
Can you tell me every single part of it?
Do you want to become
A superficial adult?
How about it?
Tonight, how shall you choose your dinner?
Who shall you choose to create your beverage?
The taste of someone else’s melted dreams
It tastes good, doesn’t it?
An empty, unsatisfied stomach even as you eat till throwing up
At the end, you even started baring fangs at yourself
Goodbye, this is a dinner deemed for farewell
Devour all your sins, devour them