You, the friends of those you hate, also know that he’s a little imperfect
But their “love” is just a little different from yours
Comfort, those you hate are the chosen, in truth, their position could be filled by anyone
They’re smiling, but they struggle too, probably just as much as you do
To think, that can’t be helped
In wanting to get chosen, through millennia and previous cycles
So that the “love me!” “love me!” never evеr approaches
Ahh, to deceivе yourself, you’re acting small and cowardly
Being masked, being masked, for that to be expected
It’s no wonder, that you hate them
You, those who you hate are working hard
Anti-metamorphic like “the effort to change”
Oh how rotten, your position being overwhelmed by them
Out of bounds
In wanting to get chosen, what are you doing?
To be loved, to be loved, wishing then being pitied, just a bit
Ahh, can’t get win over them through crocodile tears?
I don’t care, I don’t care, quite frankly those like
You will fade from their memories
Comparing the head heights, nothing notable good or bad
It’s not special, so put in the effort
It’s too much, it’s too much, ahh
To be like this it’s too much
Don’t you think so, right?
The head that can think gets in the way
In wanting to get chosen, through millennia and previous cycles
So that the “love me!” “love me!” never ever approaches
Ahh, to deceive yourself, you’re acting small and cowardly
Being masked, being masked, for that to be expected
It’s no wonder, that you hate them
In wanting to get chosen, what are you doing?
To be loved, to be loved, wishing then being pitied, just a bit
Ahh, can’t get win over them through crocodile tears?
I don’t care, I don’t care, quite frankly those like
You will fade from their memories
You’ll end up with hate towards everything
Who will be waiting at the end of the tears?
You, the friends of those you hate, also know that he’s a little imperfect
But their “love” is just a little different from yours