Why is it so fun to destroy things? Olé!
Since I've became aware, I’ve destroyed a whole bunch of things
Clocks, teacups, remote controls, building blocks
Important and precious things are particularly entertaining
Dolls, puzzles, phones, photos
Whether they got mad or cried, everyone looked so scared. Still…
Things are so easy to break, and they’ve taken such good care of them
Yet they leave them in arm’s reach
I get all weird and find the tension so fun. Silently, I reach out
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. It’s especially fun to break your things
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. Your valuables are even more fun to break
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter. Close, open
If it's just once, I can't just have fun
So I fix it, break it, fix it, and break it again
You, too, forget what it originally looked like
I’ve even demolished things crammed full of memories
Stuffed toys, plastic models, pianos, letters
I’ve even carefully demolished things full of feelings
Musical instruments, paintings, pottery, sculptures
When people put their hopes and feelings into things, their souls cross over and dwell in them, since they’ll last forever
The more precious things exist, the more souls there are
They breathe fragilely, enjoy life, and then are silently killed
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. I want to keep breaking your soul
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. I want to erase your living soul
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter, things end up in pieces
The moment your soul vanishes
I’ll fix it, I’ll break it, I’ll fix it, break it
I laugh, you cry
La la la la la…
Still
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. You followed along. You love me
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. I love you, who also loves me
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. Your soul is possessing me now
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. My soul is possessing you now
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. I crumble up your precious thing
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter. It feels so good the moment it vanishes
Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter. I destroyed myself, so precious to you
So I fix it and break it, but I can’t fix it. I can never say sorry to you
(Alt. Title(s): Mono o Parapara Kowasu, Breaking Things into Pieces)