My figure, words, oxygen—
Whose brain cooked all this up?
A label is stuck on me
This is how it is too, it's gotta be your talent
A fake dancer kicks away their strained will
Rips it up, and dances
Even when I'm crying on the inside
I'm making merry as a clown
My initial is Z, and that's all
How long will it take for the rest to be left out?
In this twisted corridor I've been placed in
I'm rejecting this sort of role
This isn't an apology, I'm ordering love
I'll disgrace and pollute
The rainbow palette inlaid with self-loathing
Like scribbles, and become myself
Is this an unvarnishеd "No doubt"?
I want you to love me whoevеr I am
It's not enough just to have a figure that everyone looks for
Is it all right to be dyed in any color?
That's absolutely how all you humans are
Am I the same way?
Even if we adapt to new forms
We'll be disappearing someday, leaving
I rip off the ears of the rabbit starved for genius and change it into an idol
No one even remembers its figure from before Mickey Mouse was born
No matter how big and wide you let your ears grow, won't you just be a Dumbo who can't fly?
Lies that we deified through the progress of technology and that evolved won't be stopped by anyone
Who will be looking for you ten years from now, and then a hundred years from now?
Humans are an ecology that will easily betray you; they're the shameful sight of an ugly one
If that's so, try liberating yourself from that brain and laying everything bare
Who decided upon that character of yours?
Who is it that dressed the fashion monster?
Is the joking joker laughed at by anyone?
Destruction and creation, VOCALOID STAR!
Don't fear the glory that's adorned you
Up till now, or the status and fame
That you've managed to acquire! Advance!
Try breaking everything!
Is that the unvarnished truth?
Is your color truly nonexistent?
Is a polluted color really so important?
There is no name for you as you are now
Is that true anyway?
What is the unvarnished truth?
I don't know
I don't know
It's fine even if you don't know what the unvarnished truth is
C'mon, show us!
This is the unvarnished truth
I want you to always love this sort of figure
Shall we overlook someone's expectations?
It must've been painful
It's all right now
It's all right, it's all right
Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, even beans like these
Lying things like these, things that will happen in the future like these
And this thing called "love": we want you to love them all