There wouldn't be any proof in the colors
No meaning to the lines I've drawn from habit, no, no
Bringing indinstinctness, pretending to be the best
Saturating the air with sights pathetic, unenlightened, dizzy
"An imperfect talent" is it enough to get by?
It seems the peak is close, there's nothing ahead no, no
I've finished filling up the blanks nearing a perfect form
Unable to fulfill expectations, well, I guess it serves me right, huh?
"Self-contradiction" Impatience: unable to become a gear
"Self-hatred" that spins in tune with others
"Self-deception" telling myself that is what I wanted
"I'm just trash" Withered logic, an ashen fake
Contrast, that is, light and dark A prepared gradient zero, one, two
Get right! Get right! Innocence obscured by a blockage
Flaring up, spinning my wheels, Getting slightly lost, killing myself
Get down! Get down! Don't try to act cool, 'kay?
Can't just be sitting on the fence, discord But I've got to be consistent and do something
Stand up ready to go! Paint it out, come on one, two, three
The ideals I stored up, imprisoned on the canvas
This painting I created has no name, no, no
I eat trough my pretenses I lost my hold on reality
Full of corruption I guess I shoul just to love it, huh?
"Did you know?" No one can grasp your dirtied hand
"Nothing can be done?" With your selfishness piling up
"Given up yet?" Even if I whisper to myself, 'long ago'
"You're just trash, huh" I can't follow the 'right face!' command...
If you've decided you want to change Even if if you can't see what's ahead, surely
Hey, hey, You can't call that running away!
Even if someone labeled as an adult can only sing meaningless words
Isn't that, isn't that enough?
It seems the wind changed direction and the button the girl pressed
Stand up ready to go! is probably, the signal to "start running!"
"Self-condratiction" Searching for someone to be in tune with
"Self-hatred" Filled with weakness: for I can't rid myself for these feelings
"I'm just trash" It doesn't matter what color the sky is
"Was it easier to believe that?" Ah, I can't stop the ringing in my ears
Contrast, that is, light and dark A prepared gradient, zero, one, two
Get right! Get right! Innocence obscured by a blockage
If that's the path you've chosen Even if you can't see what's ahead
Hey, hey, You can't call that running away
Even if someone labeled as an adult can only sing meaningless words
Isn't that, isn't that enough?
It seems the wind changed direction and the button the girl pressed
Increased the saturation of the world as if engulfing everything
Stand up ready to go! See, even the canvas was wrenched open!