Put an end to it all
To that pitiful-looking boy (lol)
Fires blaze everywhere
Pretentious ‘sentiments’ from savages
At least give flowers at the end
From cradle to grave, there’s not enough love!
Impatient guests in a hurry
Everyone’s wearing the same expression
“Such poor manners”
Now, gather around the pure white table
Dance on the spinning dishes
Forgeting the right way to breathe
The punchline is that we drown
This lavish feast
Scum acts like scum, true to their nature
Fools act like fools, just as expected
That’s the basic rule of society, no complaints allowed
Everyone seems like an obstruction
Chattering nonstop, so damn annoying
For now, let’s dance in the palm of their hand
Now, gather around the pure white table
Dance on the spinning dishes
Forgeting the right way to breathe
The punchline is that we drown
Sour or sweet, help yourself to it all
Forever uncertain, the poison I kept
Make my cells dance
With your sharp-tongued words!
The pain we couldn’t choose
See, it’s spinning around
On the table called “life”
Now, gather around the pure white table
Dance on the spinning dishes
Forgeting the right way to breathe
The punchline is that we drown
This lavish feast
Now, play the pitch-black elegy
Let’s dance on the palms of their hands!
How does it feel to be devoured
By the prey you once mocked?
Sour or sweet, help yourself to it all
The love I’ve waited for
Make my cells dance
With your rotten mind!
Nothing can be taken from us
Our pain and everything spins
On the table called “life”