Come on, you son of a bitch
I don't know, some poem about a circle of people laughing at each other
If it's love you want, I've given it up
They've been B-grade all their lives and don't care to write
I've lived my life giving the middle finger to this and that
I've been pointing my finger at them and them at me, but all that's left today is the emptiness of loneliness
I don't know what I'm going to do about it, lying here on this dreary day
This is my atonement for my negligence and arrogance
All your defenses, all your subterfuges, they're getting on my nerves
I don't care who you are, do it!
I don't care who you are
Just tell me what the hell you're talking about
I've been filling the future with endless blanks
I've been making bombs with words. I've been destroying everything
Who the hell are you and who do you think you are?
I've hated you since I was a kid. You're an adult or some kind of monster
I'll never forgive you if you're evil
Go ahead, say it
"Get the hell out of here!"
I'm not going to let you get away with it, you son of a bitch
You're a smart man, you repent, you learn, and you change again
It's a wise man who repents, learns, and changes. It's a wonderful man who looks forward even when he's scraped and bruised
If that's the case, why am I dying all the time pretending to breathe?
I've lived my whole life pointing my middle finger at this person and that person
When did my vision start to look so black and sooty?
I can't remember what I've been laughing about lately
I'm proud of my misfortune, self-injury, pachinko parlor, smoking weed
Examinations, raids, game over
I'm back on the platform with a delay
You can't stop smiling, you're so proud of your discipline
I saw it, I saw it, I saw it, I saw it, I saw it
I don't like it, I don't want to see it
I'm wearing one of those masks
I don't want to see it
Do me a favor for once in your life and let me go
Do it to anyone and everyone
I don't care if you agree or disagree or agree or disagree
Just tell me what the hell you're talking about
Fill the future with endless blanks
Weave love in the mist and on the surface
Touch me as gently as you can
You've scratched me with one of your uncut nails, haven't you?
That's why you hold up your finger, so you don't cut it off without a second thought
Yeah, of course, you're a hypocrite. You'll never get away with it
Come on, say it
"Get the fuck out of here."
Go away, you son of a bitch!
Goodbye, I'll never see you again