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Lost Sign

安い言葉で言えばこうだ 皆持ってる二文字さ「後悔」
面と向かう気なきゃ聞かない方が... ただ透き通る空の下 そこにゃ今日が...

そんな気持ちは誰のせいです？ 俺のせいならしろよ軽蔑
それが正しきゃおりゃ全て受け入れるが見上げてみ？ ほら嫌味な晴天だ
もし、自伝を書くなら 書きたくねぇ事柄ばっかだ
ただ時計は右に回る待った無い 過去を背負って今を踏み込んで蹴るだけ
冴えないおっさんの戯言をFlow 生まれて入る墓の穴ぼこを掘る
成功や失敗、Love、Hateなら表裏一体どこだよ楽園への標識
目の前にゃ蜃気楼 じゃいっそ目を閉じ自分を信じよう
それに必要な物有りゃPickしろ もし間違いならDissは聞く死後
綺麗ごとや錆び付いた正論 言い訳よりもちり紙を製造
偉人の写った紙ケツを拭く じゃ始めようこれは下衆のクズのShow

そりゃ歩きてぇよ皆 自分の歩幅 じゃ俺とお前の差 それはどうかな？
じゃ噛み砕いて言おうか それは要はな 思いやれなくなればさ閉まるドアが
先を急いで無くした鍵 ノックする拳に走る痛み
死んでもCoolな人間それで居たい？ いや、皆隠したってあったけぇ傷がチラリ
闇ある故に光る星 幸せってモンを見た少し
思い出ってモンを開くとき 紛れもなくそこにゃ二つの血
見失った櫂 でも投げねぇサジは カルマ、悪魔、天使全て養う
立場、価値観、それを俺らしさ 板挟みで思う 何が正しさ？
主義、主張、諍い はてに紛争？ 誰が支配 反抗か順応
注目 良い？ 1つだけ言うと 武器は2つ 安モンの文房具
聞きたくなけりゃ耳塞げ このFuckなWorldでワールド催す宴
てめぇの人生ってモン賭して切って売る 死ぬまで続く下衆のクズのShow

これは多分な安モンの懺悔まみれのエゴの芯を詰めたシャーペン
バクがこの夢を食い尽くす前に色濃く深い色で塗りつぶす
俺の手には今日それとノート 汚れたくなきゃもうしてくれ消毒
都合よく嵌んねぇ歪な凸凹を見た神様が「様ねぇな」て嘲笑

それでもまだ探してぇなら 他じゃねぇ掘るのは自分 その真下だ
そこにきっと埋まってる そこで見つけられるのを待ってる
それまでは綺麗ごとや錆びた正論 言い訳よりもちり紙を製造
偉人の写った紙ケツを拭く じゃ続けようこれは下衆のクズのShow

Lost Sign

Baby, it would nearly be so easy to say "regrets".
If you're not going to hear it face-to-face... Just under the transparent sky, that day is there...

This feeling, whose fault is it? If it's my fault, go ahead and look down on me.
If that's right, then I'll accept it all, but look up? Hey, isn't that a nasty clear sky?
If you were to write an autobiography, it would be full of things you didn't want to write.
Just remember, the clock spins to the right, no waiting. Carry the past on your back, and just step forward and kick it.
The rambling of a dreary old man, the flow digs the crater of the grave I'll be buried in.
Success or failure, Love, Hate are two sides of the same coin, where is the sign to paradise?
Before me is a mirage, so I might as well close my eyes and believe in myself.
If there is something you need, pick it. If I'm wrong, I'll hear the "diss" after I die.
Niceties and rusted common sense, manufacture tissue paper instead of excuses.
Wipe your butt with the paper with great men's faces on it, so let's get started. This is a show for the scum of the earth.

Of course everyone wants to walk at their own pace, but what about the difference between you and me?
So let me break it down for you. It means that if you stop thinking, the door will close.
You lost the key in your haste, and the pain runs through your fist as you knock.
Do you want to be a cool person even in death? Nah, everyone hides it, but their warm wounds peek out.
Because there is darkness, the stars shine. I saw a little bit of what happiness is.
When you open up memories, there's no mistaking the two bloods.
I lost my oar, but I don't throw in the towel, I nurture karma, the devil, and the angels.
Position, values, being myself, I'm caught between them and wonder, what is right?
Principles, claims, disputes, even conflict? Who dominates, resistance or conformity?
Listen, it's good? If I just say one thing, I have two weapons - cheap stationery.
If you don't want to hear, plug your ears. Invite the world to a party in this fucked-up world.
Betting your life, cutting and selling it, the show for the scum of the earth continues until death.

This is probably a cheap confession, filled with my ego's core, a mechanical pencil.
Before this dream is devoured by the獏, fill it with dark, deep colors.
In my hands today are that and a notebook, if you don't want to get dirty, go ahead and disinfect it.
The twisted concavity that doesn't fit in is conveniently seen by God, who scoffs, "How pathetic."

If you still want to search, dig yourself, that's it.
That's where it's surely buried, waiting to be found.
Until then, manufacture tissue paper instead of niceties and rusted common sense, excuses.
Wipe your butt with the paper with great men's faces on it, so let's continue this show for the scum of the earth.