Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Graffiti in the subway
Colorful spray cans
As if venting anger
Pushing indiscriminately
Amidst the roaring noise, what do you want to draw?
Who do you want to notice?
Overwhelmed by emotions alone
The price of youth
Blow up
It’s okay to get hurt
Destroy everything…
Somewhere, with this love
I want it returned
Sparks fly
Rather than gangs on the streets
Fighting each other
Within that light
Rises up, resistance
Satisfaction
Satisfaction, now
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
A broken fire hydrant
Water gushing out vigorously
Inside one’s own body
There’s something similar
In the intermingling of darkness and light
Only the things you really want to see
An abstract symbol of justice
I’ve always wanted to see
Blow up
I don’t want to become an adult
Just a half-adult
Who are we?
Can someone tell us?
Reaction
With a single gunshot
The world will change
With a bright red spray
Let’s paint it all over
Even if they call it graffiti
If that’s enough for you, then it’s fine
The truth is always ignored
Blow up
It’s okay to get hurt
Destroy everything…
Somewhere, with this love
I want it returned
Sparks fly
Rather than gangs on the streets
Fighting each other
Within that light
Rises up, resistance
Satisfaction
Satisfaction, now
Satisfaction
Satisfaction, someday
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction