In the insanely hot center of Shinjuku Station, I saw an image that burned its way into my eyeballs.
The nameless song that a drifter was humming sounded like a turbulent, stray bullet,
Hitting upon the crushed sociality of a cabaret girl who rides in a taxi.
A Buddhist mortuary tablet, wrapped in newspaper, has been forgotten in lost and found; a fallen Antares…
A giant face floating up on the horizon…
Drunk Tokyo forms a giant crowd… at an amusing, but ultimately sad, East Gate.

There’s a weakness within us that never allows us to be alone;
Like Kalashnikov, we’re unable to blame this on anyone else.
There’s a weakness within us that never allows us to be alone;
Hang it upon your heart and walk on, alone.

くそ暑い新宿のど真ん中でふいに眼球にしがみ付く映像
浮浪者が口ずさむ名も無き歌は 不穏な流れ弾みたいに
キャバクラの女が乗ったタクシーに下敷きの社会性に命中
遺失物係に忘れられた新聞紙にくるまれた位牌 墜落したアンタレス
地平線に浮かぶ巨大な顔
酔っ払った東京がたむろして おもろうてやがて悲しき東口

孤独になれない僕らの弱さ
誰に向けるでもないカラシニコフ
孤独になれない僕らの弱さ
心に飾って一人歩む