[Verse 1: Utsu-P]
A / B / O / AB - "What are you?" Are the choices limited to only those four categories?
The blessed blood, one variety among the muggle-born - after sorting them out, having crammed them with the will of a wise man through six, three, three, four
Between the letters A and D - the letters S and DH that have inconvenienced us with worries since B.C
Like a designated hitter, you've taken pride in your lot and place - love - an upbringing bereft of such
The gap between the bugs who prefer nettle to leaves, and the healthy, able-bodied - insurmountable like the Berlin Wall - we make a show of walking in coexistence, but
On the other side of the 5" screen, is an inflicted mortal wound - the convenient logic - straight into the neurons
Did you think that you understand us?
The border between happiness and unhappiness, each one or the other, whether it is a line, a range, utterly fuzzy
Or even in messy layers, they differ in various ways
"It's for your own good," so goes the nettle you've placed in lieu of a leaf, but personally, I find the taste to be bitter
We're equal - everyone's different - everyone's a parasite to someone
[Chorus]
Desire to be free Oh Yeah
Spare me the slipshod, messy patchwork
You don't have to understand it - In the interval while we remain isolated
Let's strike each other down with only our best tricks and specialties
[Verse 2: Fuma no KTR]
Inestimable, unfathomable value - whoever speaks up first gets the win
Ahh shit - the bees have come towards the scent scattered around the artificial flowers
The honey you weren't able to sip - you'll never find it on the surface, not until you dig beneath
We think Desire to be free
The things we don't want to see, over in some corner
Have no place in that angle of photography
I can't forget, I want to forget, I don't want to forget
I don't want to stray off the course
The more I think about it, the more everything starts to turn contrary
I can't change it, I want to change, I don't want to change
I don't want to be let in the door
Subconscious egotism, the sun-basked spot and the shadowy region
The reality that had slipped away from the rails and the peering lens
The screws that had slipped away from the entire table
Without even a mind to arrange the plates neatly and properly
I don't have the slightest intention to live a straight-and-narrow life
[Chorus]
Desire to be free Oh Yeah
Spare me the slipshod, messy patchwork
You don't have to understand it - In the interval while we remain isolated
Let's strike each other down with only our best tricks and specialties
[Verse 3: Utsu-P]
The socially deviant bugs and the bugs around are nestling side-by-side besides the camellia leaves
Picture-perfect frame, like a Discovery Channel
8x4=32 Machine V.S. Human, exchanging beats for the sake of coexistence
With value that feels way heavier than a handshake that reeks of lies
[Verse 4: Fuma no KTR]
The darkness of society and the deviant sickness
With too much time on their hands, the brat has thought over it carefully
For lack of life experience, with a lack of subject to work with
What's the answer that you've come up with?
[Verse 5: Utsu-P]
Unable to be aware of any disparity or gap that may arise with people who have nothing do with us
The wills between us and them are drifting ever further
There's no such thing as a "darkness"
The comrades we once thought to be a light have turned to massacring one another
The others' remains - the blacklight that shines with intent to seize
[Verse 6: Fuma no KTR]
No matter what I say, you won't change a thing, no matter what I do
It all so simply brims over, can't blame the overly small glass that is your heart, after all
Turning a blind eye to even the realization that I should change myself
It comes to another day of coexistence between I, I, and a strange, inexplicable anxiety
[Outro: Utsu-P]
Without interfering in any way, we were merely watching and appreciating - the esteemed technique is climbing up - the phase of co-existence -
"The glass is too small, well shit,"
"The pitcher doesn't know shit he's doing, well shit,"
We're applying and sticking labels and conceptions on one another
But that's not what it's about
"What are you?"
"I'm me" or "It's me"
That's my only answer