The emotional theory is a story full of falsehoods
I wasn’t there in that narrative
You noticed the overflowing voices from the depths
To you
Daily queues, waiting for hours
Tap convenience with fingertips, a handy machine
Revolutionary items eliminating waste and loss
A day spent admiring meaningful time
A vast amount of information gathering everything
Evangelizing trends born at the forefront
Can’t say we don’t need this
Knock out those without conformity!
Gathering, swaying, touching, rubbing
Like stones on the riverbank
Gently scooping up the rounded emotions
Answering the cold questions
It’s probably an anonymous letter
No matter how many times you send it, it comes back
Even if you plead, “I’m full of mistakes.”
Who is there
Only with suspicious eyes
I don’t care anymore
The emotional theory is a story full of falsehoods
I wasn’t there in that narrative
Though no light reaches the depths
That’s fine
Intoxicated by the melody of 4536
Empathetic reality, an awesome song
Introduced into the brain, quickly permeating
Listening to it, ascending with a sense of affirmation
Guide and align the voices
Fold your hands, worship
Pretend to be deceived
Hooray! Hooray! Do it until you collapse
Dancing, dolls, smiling, captivated by chaos
You were the first, it was a bit strange
In the dazzling world, you weren’t smiling
Probably because of untraceable feelings
But you want someone to know
Can’t show the ugly-colored self
Still, you’re a witch
I know that
But I was happy
The emotional theory is a story full of falsehoods
I wasn’t there in that narrative
You noticed the overflowing voices from the depths
To you
I wanted to convey all of my emotional self-theory
The arranged words are no longer lies
With the voice of the witch you forgave
Praise song.