Plastered with lies from the beginning, a fragile existence to crumble
Before long in this progressing age, you’ll see a grand collapse in a flash
All I want to avoid is the safe path, the front stage is shining bright
I want to bath in that place’s light, I want my wish to come true, is that unreal?
The far light, blue and bright
I wanted to get close and go beyond
I gather with fatigue, I well with impatience
It’ll never disappear, the darkness of sorrow
It looks just like I’ve got no problems, but I’m concealing them
I’m being urged on by this reality I’ve known too well, my engine is strained
Take me, who has been left behind by a stale future
I’m not understandable to you, who’s so young and lively, am I?
The numberless counts of grief, it’s a “time” when it all closes in
Little by little, the roads come to be closed, I have to bear the muddy stream
Even though at the end there isn’t any light
Wearing fair eyes and talking of hope
I look at you and become irritated
Unable to become strong, I wish for ideals
I’ve lived in vain, that’s what I get
But despite this, whether I want to or not, I continue on, causing my cooled feelings to boil
Looking for a lost time, my pitiful brain exerts myself pointlessly
All the hope was smashed by rockslides and black rain
What I’m wrapped up in isn’t blue, but curtains of scarlet blood
The one that’s gone mad isn’t me, I feel like I’m going to choke
The backs of those who push towards bathing in light are radiant
I just simply can’t catch up with them
SHIT! A whirlpool of ugly jealousy, my arguments based off my feelings pile up
SHIT! In reality it was over before it started, unable to defeat evil, I’m the one that loses
SHIT! My heart’s become gloomy, nobody but me can heal it
SHIT! Wandering around without aim, tired of being lost, I come to this place
It’s too late, I’ve already broke my limit, I’m at capacity, so it’s all pouring out
The true colours of the pain attacking me are a diarrhea they call impatience
The drizzle of despair has torn the silence to pieces
If I were to just throw away these annoying feelings, it’d be for the best
During a “time” when the numberless counts of grief has all closed in
Without being washed away, as it is right now, if I were to just slowly walk on
This long, long night too, would eventually
Little by little, turn to dawn, wouldn’t it?