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矮小く慘めに生きた生命が
死んではドアを叩くでしょう
小さな主は見兼ねる

「嫌な話だ」
大きく拡がる喉と胴体は
死んだ心を溶かす様に

ゆっくり命を飲み込み
目を刳り貫く
ねぇ、君も祈っちゃたんでしょう？

僕に睨まれた時にさ
そんな悲愴精神が大好物だ
ようこそ、我が胎内へ

愛とエゴの終着点
君もすぐに生まれ変われる
怪物みたいで 素敵なことでしょう？

「あぁ、神様、なんで」って
「もう嫌だよ」と泣いたって
受け入れろよこれが運命だ

次の次の次の主に懸命しよう
神話も命も人の運命も
うっかり恋に落ちるのも

ひっそり蛇は笑い出す
「馬鹿な事だ」
あぁ、なんだいなんだいもう溜まらないね

くすんだ心を舐ぶるのは
小さな命を取り付き
目を埋め込む

あぁ、君に宿っちゃったんでしょ？
目を合体させる(あわせる)運命が
君がこの悲劇の 「女王」なんだ

謳歌しろよ生命よ
愛とエゴの合掌祭
揺れる日々も崩れ始める

「初めの悲劇」へ足並み合わせて
「返して」と嘆いたって
「もう嫌だよ」と哭いたって

知る事かよ それが運命だ
酷く脆くちゃちな物語(ひび)が正銘だろう
なんて馬鹿な生命だ

何度でも抗って
同じ話へ逆流り始める
無謀に無様に
泣いて、哭いて、啼いて、綯いて
あぁ無様な生命よ
「なんで？」だのと言う前に
求め過ぎた罪に傅け
虛ろな奇跡が弾けて崩れて
「もう、なんだか良いや」って
何度もただ泣いたって
終わりすらも直に薄れる
次の次の次に来る
次の次の日を
次の次の次も嘲笑しよう

Outer Science

The short and wretched lives they lead,
knocking at death's door when they're dead.
The tiny master can't bear to see it,

"What an unpleasant sight," he'll say.
The widening throat and torso begin
to melt away the deadened hearts.

Slowly, it swallows down their lives,
hollowing out their eyes.
So tell me, did you pray as well?

When I glared down at you,
your desperate pleas were such a treat.
Welcome to my womb.

The endpoint of love and ego,
where you too shall soon be reborn.
You'll look just like a monster, won't that be grand?

"Oh God, why?" you'll cry,
"I hate this so," you'll weep.
But accept it, for this is your fate.

And when the next, and the next, and the next master arrives,
mythology, life, and human destiny,
falling in love by chance,

the serpent will quietly begin to laugh.
"What foolishness this is."
Oh, what is this, what is this, I can't hold it in any longer.

Licking up your tarnished heart,
possessing your tiny life,
it implants its eyes.

Ah, has it taken up residence in you?
The fate that our eyes would meet,
you are the "queen" of this tragedy.

Celebrate, oh life,
in this joint festival of love and ego.
Even the most turbulent days will crumble.

"The tragedy that started it all," we'll sing in unison,
"Give it back," you'll lament,
"I hate this so," you'll cry.

How could you know? That is your destiny.
A terribly fragile story, a genuine crack in the narrative.
What a foolish creature life is.

Resist as you may,
time and again, you'll flow back to the same story.
Recklessly, pathetically,
weeping, crying, wailing, shrieking.
Ah, what a wretched life.
Before you even ask "why?",
confess your sin of asking too much.
Empty miracles burst and crumble,
"Oh well, whatever," you'll say,
weeping again and again.
Even the end will soon fade away.
To the next, and the next, and the next,
to the next, and the next day,
to the next, and the next, we'll all just laugh.