“Are you a hypocrite too?” floats in the air tonight once again
It doesn’t matter what justice is, I’ll define it, that’s fine
An endless game of hide & seek, “Where is Jekyll?”
I was fed up with it, and laughed
Staring at this unchanging, filthy ceiling again
As I reach out my hand, it’s as if
I get a taste of the despair of the gap
To the untouchable eternity
Still, I want to keep regarding it as nothing but a daydream
A crystal of irreversibility
A small phenomenon like that
Short-circuits the destiny of the corrupt ID
Who are you? Who am I?
“Deceive me”
Indemnification, remorse, and sentimental arguments; the world wavers
In the reactions, you plummet dignifiedly and hang onto life
Are you actively living? Are you making the best of life?
Wouldn’t that be an affirmation of a nightmare, Mr. Fixer?
The defective boy, as well as anybody else — everyone
Merely dance within this insane investigation line
An endless game of hide & seek, “Where is Jekyll?”
I will never be able to make it complete
The solution’s destroyed… “Forgive me”
The theater play is coming to an end, I had expected the emptiness of fame
The one remaining scene is missing
Did I really not know? Didn’t I notice?
I was scared of being hurt
Fluttering about in the subspace of a dichotomic indifference
As I lose sight of the border
My reminiscences seem to vanish
Gently switch off the lights… and shed clear tears
Where is this? Where is tomorrow?
“Conceal me”
Second person, image, and theism; reason wavers
Love howls in the middle of this broken world
Do you believe in instincts? Are you forfeiting, changing?
Aren’t both mouths running off, Mr. Fiction?
If the people whose blood vessels show through their expressions, along with everyone else,
Have no choice but to leave it to destiny as the winner and loser have already been decided, which is why blood is preferred
If it’s like this, I’d rather stay hidden until the end
“Ah, alas you see, I just want to
Be able to live together in a state where we don’t hurt each other”
That kind of cliché fills me with disgust
Even so, I stay in the darkness
For just a little longer because this groundless confidence,
That I have, tells me I’ll find something
Any time
Indemnification, remorse, and sentimental arguments; the world wavers
In the reactions, you plummet dignifiedly and hang onto life
Are you actively living? Are you making the best of life?
Wouldn’t that be an affirmation of a nightmare, Mr. Fixer?
The defective boy, as well as anybody else — everyone
Merely dance within this insane investigation line
An endless game of hide & seek, “Where is Jekyll?”
I will never be able to make it complete
The solution’s destroyed… “Isn’t it unfair?”