I’m painting it out… painting it out…

It blends together… blends together…
And I leave it behind… leave it behind…

Layering on the colors of emotions, I was always tainted,
Constantly running to keep from being swallowed by waves of impulse.

It comes undone… peels away…

I took my eyes away for just a moment,
And she’d become nothing more than art.
I was seeing a very long illusion.

Chased by the darkness of emotions, I was thrown constantly from side to side,
But always slipped away by painting over the traps of my urges.

I was seeing an illusion.

I’m painting it out…

描いてゆく　描いてゆく

混ざってゆく　混ざってゆく
置いてゆく　置いてゆく

感情の色を重ね　私はいつも汚れた
衝動の波にのまれないように　私はいつも逃げた

解いてゆく　剥がれてゆく

ほんの少し目を逸らした束の間
彼女はただのアートになった
とても長い幻覚を見ていた

感情の闇に追われ　私はいつも揺れた
衝動の罠を塗り潰して私は、いつも紛れた

幻覚を見ていた

描いて行く