Do I want to forget everything? Do I want to doubt everything now?
Maybe it’s all something summoned by the rust that left your body
It reached the marrow of my bones, and even the imminent darkness
I expected, I’m totally soaked in a swamp formed from bragging of my misfortune
(clap! clap! clap! clap!)
I hide my unyielding scorn
The peated malt of honest opinions is all sold out
I hide my casual abstinence
Maybe I should just keep dancing
“Society is mostly savage
All they do is pass their nights trembling in fear
I want to live avеragely
Isn’t that wonderful?”
“How absurd!”
Undead, undеad! Right next to you
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons
Undead, undead! This funny day was spoiled
I’m an introvert, just dancing along
Undead, undead! Right next to you
Undead, undead! Dancing to their heart’s content
Undead, undead! Subtleties are all lumped together in the spoils
I’m an introvert, just waiting
I let off a brutish, scornful laugh. And thus
The peated malt of honest opinions remains on the shelf
How long will I bear this disease of dissatisfaction?
Maybe I should just stop moving
Yeah, face the things you hate
And tell them you hate them without any euphemisms
You could say that and you’re still just a kid. How amazing!
Well, it’s not like I was motivated from the start
There’s no reason for me to turn back now, huh?
I was caught in my own trap
“Maybe there’s no great difference between ordinary and extraordinary people
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Just nod your head
I want to live fair and square
Do you understand?”
And right then—
Undead, undead! Right next to you
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons
Undead, undead! They’re showing off
I’m an introvert, just dancing along
Undead, undead! Right next to you
Undead, undead! Dancing ‘till dawn
Undead, undead! Don’t rock the boat
I’m an introvert, just playing my part
That day, long ago, I stuck something on your face
It was a picture titled “disappointment.”
It won’t come off
For some reason, by the time I noticed it
I had become a worthless critic: an adult
Encircled and seen through—those aren’t my ideals
It’s in my mind, that’s all. I’m not alone
I try to sleep. I want to drop the curtain
Undead, undead! Right next to you
Undead, undead! Dancing with the demons
Undead, undead! Just like always
I’m an introvert, just dancing
Singin’, singin’, I’ll beg ‘till I die
Singin’, singin’, I want to perish with you
Singin’, singin’, come on, fall down here
For an introvert, just waiting
This is the finest life!
Are you satisfied with this, o customer?