Ah, people are watching, so I have to look photogenic
Because even I, who was frustrated in my efforts to look photogenic anywhere
Am blessed with half-assedness, I can't become a hermit
I'm crossing on a red light in the dead of night when no one's around
But once morning comes, I wait for it to turn green with a composed expression
If a third party wasn't watching
I wonder if morals and the like would exist in this world
A flame that couldn't become the sun and went bad
Is meaninglessly squandering oxygen
From the first moment of awareness until the graveyard
Because someone is standing watch
I have to look photogenic
Photogenic fury and suicides become the news's stipend
While photogenic depression and sadness are wank material for songs
Nevertheless, if a third party weren't seeking them out
That fury and sadness would be no more than food scraps
Unless you can become the sun, you'll have to settle for cigarette butts
Even sticking out like a sore thumb'll make a pretty picture
Yin and yang differ, but their roots are the same
I'm being pulled by the strings of anxiety called "someone's line of sight"
Don't tell me something like "live as yourself!"
Because I haven't appeared like myself from the very start
A flame that couldn't become the sun and went bad
Is meaninglessly squandering oxygen
All the have-nots are suffering from nightmares
Of the scramble for love where stocks are limited
Even if I lose, am reduced to crawling, and die
I have to look photogenic