Scheme. Step back. Sacrifice your piece.
But we don’t wanna sacrifice our pieces!
A tornado! A whirlwind! Ahh, so dizzy
In this rapidly revolving big city.
Seems almost like our eyes are frozen in place
Then we fall down flat.
Eat your punishment up greedily,
No saving these days. Maintaining our attitude, posture.
Losing consciousness at midnight,
Letting the balance drop.
Fearing the fire’s backdraft,
We keep a good variety.
Staying serious and feeling nice.
The fire won’t die this party night.
It’s priceless. The price is dead.
Stimulate, stimulate, stimulate, stimulate…
A story lies there, behind silent eyes.
Cut down the cherry tree.
Scheme. Step back. Sacrifice your piece.
Hit and away, in the can.
A delicious feeling, like you’ve been pierced through.
Conflicting compliments, such a fuss.
Thinking about many medals, any other than gold.
It’s priceless. The price is dead.
Proof that our values have decayed.
Stimulate, stimulate, stimulate, stimulate…
A story lies there, behind silent eyes.
Show us our special someone.
Someday, I’m sure…
Stamen, pistil, an inventor.
A dark illumination beneath the blazing sun.
Closing time, a bizarre gas explosion.
No reaction at all, huh?
We’re all just spacing out.
We felt like we couldn’t do it…
But we thought we could!