Come on, I must become a monster, or I’ll be killed in my true form
But, to become a monster, I must be kinder than anyone else
All the bad dreams you see, I want to fix them all
The melancholy and the tedious errands,
And the things you don’t like, this and that
Because I grew up never fitting in anywhere
Here I am, still singing about such things
Ah, what should I do? I want to be loved
I’ve always been self-poisoning
Just feeling more and more suffocated
Ah, but better to wear the stars and cling to a fleeting life,
Than to fly at night
Because that’s just the way it is
On sleepless nights, with my strange ways, I’ll dance with you
Things I don’t like at all and the things I don’t really think
I can sing them for you, for the me to come
Come on, I must become a monster, or I’ll be killed in my true form
I must become a monster right now, I must accept these terms
All the strange dreams you see, I want to fix them all
The feeling before dawn,
And the trivial, this and that
If I had been cool from the beginning,
Could I have lived without becoming anything?
Ah, what should I do? I want to be understood
Always contradicting myself
Just getting heated up and looking foolish
Ah, but I’ve learned many words
Better than a garan-dou*
Because that’s right, isn’t it?
On sleepless nights, with my fragile theories, I’ll protect you.
Even if we can’t meet at all, even if we totally don’t understand each other,
I won’t feel lonely at all, the future me
As I turn the page to the next era, and I don new me,
This pointless self-talk will become an empty shell
But don’t be too pessimistic, that’s why I started
Ah, the night is still lukewarm.
Come on, I must become a monster, or I’ll be killed in my true form
I must become a monster right now. Can’t afford to miss the last finger