Alarm bells and megaphones shake the cloudy sky
A rough-textured synesthesia
Laws and ethics have cried themselves to sleep; the public just doesn’t want to rock the boat
Someone carried away the corpse from last night, all according to plan
The golden apple is in a sand bath; the city has gone to ruin
This ash-smeared existence is dressed up in rags
Someday, beyond this cage, someday, beyond this cage…
My wish from last night has been sold for two copper coins, as I hopеd
Washing my bloodstained hands, I’m singing the praises of lovе
A legal cigarette of careless words
An affection born of love ataxia
With a .38 handgun
I won’t let you get away
Calculating advantages and disadvantages and appearances
Interfering with one-way traffic
A rotten synesthesia in the drainage pipe
A feeling like an unwaking dream fell into the mud
And I realized that this unprecedented disaster was reality
I’m riding the nostalgia loop, making a half-turn above the clouds
Today, again, I’m staring up at the ceiling that blooms in the form of a lattice
Alice dances in her miniature garden without feeling a single doubt
Alice stays in her cage that’s open to the sky
On this night of countless emotions and oblivion
Don’t look at me with your too-clear eyes
The crow is beckoning
Limitless distortion, a lyric of abandonment
The iron bars are disguised as strobe lights
You shouldn’t come here
Alarm bells and megaphones shake the cloudy sky
A buggy synesthesia
Laws and ethics have cried themselves to sleep; the public just doesn’t want to rock the boat
An aurora, unfriendly errata–how do you like the painted graffiti?
The golden apple has just been painted; my dream has been abandoned
A symbol of brainwashing and corruption
An affection born of love ataxia
Tangled up with the far-sighted advisor
It can’t be saved
Debate between factions and disgust within them
A blood-smeared disastrous situation
Please, I just want you to…
It’s as if I’m always longing for tomorrow even when tomorrow comes
A theory of happiness and a heart that can’t be fulfilled as two sides of the same coin
Where do I have to go to be able to be somewhere that’s not here?
Where do I have to go to be able to grasp a simple love?
To be loved?
The rain of blood drums on the asphalt
Doubt is punished
The night sinks into tear gas, or perhaps deception
With a 3-2-1, I start to run
When I stopped running, I’d made my way
To the top of a dream someone threw away
This is certainly a sad story
“Is it the same for you?”
Every dream is broken and thrown in the wastebasket
The worst disastrous situation is this world’s heart
I’m riding the nostalgia loop, making a half-turn above the clouds
Today, again, I’m staring up at the ceiling that blooms in the form of a lattice
Alice dances in her miniature garden without feeling a single doubt
Alice stays in her cage that’s open to the sky
On this night of countless emotions and oblivion
Don’t look at me with your too-clear eyes
The crow is beckoning
Limitless distortion, a lyric of abandonment
The iron bars will keep you until you die
You shouldn’t come here
(Alt. Title(s): Haikyo no Kuni no Alice, Alice in Ruinland)