Love doesn’t exist; I can’t solve a riddle I don’t understand. I can’t seem to spit out this unmelting snow.
The plastic Milky Way above is polluted, no swimming allowed.
Adam and Eve living in the vacant room of a sex parlor is the nihility of this generation,
While on a rural-bound home platform, after the last train has left, Huckleberry is sleeping next to a pile of vomit.
For Adam, I wonder which was his fruit of wisdom: Eve’s child from another, or a pachinko chip.
In the pleasure district of a certain city, where can Eden be found? There’s no sign, no matter where you may look…
The picture of a family, who were laughing together just this afternoon, has now become the evening’s top news.
I turn off the TV and return to reality. My eyes fall upon the corpses lying before me.
Even after eating the forbidden fruit, shame didn’t grow within me.
I’m the one who killed God… and He’ll be the one to kill me.
Who’s the bastard singing, “Love is a simple thing.”? Anomie, anomie!
If that’s how it is, use that whorish love to embrace your 6.8 billion sins! Anomie, anomie!
If I stay silent, my rotting body hangs like a sabre, dangling from the waist;
I begin to see beasts lurking close by… or see saints off in the distance.
I start saying, “Thou shalt not steal.” – so that you won’t be stolen from me…
I start saying, “Thou shalt not kill.” – so that you won’t be killed…
Even after eating the forbidden fruit, I wasn’t exiled,
I was the one who forgave God… and He was the one who forgave me.
Who’s the bastard singing, “Love is a special thing.”? Anomie, anomie!
If that’s how it is, use that slutty love to forgive your 6.8 billion sins! Anomie, anomie!
I don’t trust God. I don’t trust textbooks.
History is merely non-burnable trash and morals are nothing but a shit rag!
But in the process of saying, “They’re all lies! They’re all lies!” I managed to lose everything:
I lost my reason to love…
I lost my reason not to kill!
I’m the bastard singing, “Love is a complicated thing!” Anomie, anomie!
But even if that’s how it is, has there ever been a life that was saved by this oversensitive love? Anomie, anomie!
Oh, please save me!