“We exist in a painting of valiant courage,”
The robots proclaimed
On the other hand, they’re part of the human race
Their brains, covered in moss
An abandoned old joy
Their l∞ping trains of thought
Are outdated junk,
Not needed here anymore
Acid jazz rain
Downpouring on the 2 A.M. asphalt
Body and soul riddled with rejection
“Ah… If I am ruined as an a…nimal…”
The bonds of these hands, their desires too
Those guys wouldn’t understand
Jesus and suicide
Today, too, we cling to proof of our existence
Is base sequence 0 or 1?
Even or odd? To put it simply,
It’s a seaside suicide
Although it is said that death is definitely the aesthetics of all of humanity
“Correct?” Co-existing
Even though I haven’t left behind
The fragments of cells in this world
“It’s more like jealousy than contempt”
Please give a name to this emotion
To the holographic lovers,
A kiss without body temperature
If there was a clone of Freud,
I wonder if he could’ve done science too
Saying, “After all, it’s a fake monster”
Let me hear the answer
I was deceived and driven to a far part of oblivion
Small Happiness Theory,
Why is it nostalgic?
To the point that a dream doesn’t come true quickly,
The fleeting beautiful reason
Is definitely this mud-caked existence
Because I ended up changing my mind
Jesus and suicide
Hey, when do we escape our present condition?
Shangri-la on an electron
Good or bad? Genuinely,
Extinction and regeneration, too
Even if we’re programmed until the afterlife
“How is it?” True character
This naked body’s memory of love and hate
Because I have not abandoned it, ah
The artificially made rust smelled sweet
Solve the meaning of that blood
Artificially made, it just smelled sweet
These organs obtained a purpose
White or black? “Human” or disciple?
Asking ridicule-like questions
Playing a piano with broken strings
Encountering love, encountering sadness
I sobbed to “I”
For dozens and dozens of times,
Jesus and suicide
Today, too, we cling to proof of our existence
Is base sequence 0 or 1?
Even or odd? To put it simply,
It’s a seaside suicide
Although it is said that death is definitely the aesthetics of all of humanity
“I can finally sleep…”
Say goodbye to your body
And to the former you of that day