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イントロは終わり

最近は伝えたいことなくて
適当な言葉を並べている
イルミネートの必要から逃げて
テイクだけがかさむ嫌な感じの夜

違和感すら看過していくこの頚椎
撥水し続ける傘捨てて静止
精神的重装備
僕の席はいつもない
学校休んだあの午後みたいに
投降する価値とかTiny
けどなんらかの特別を
背負わされてきたはず、と

麻酔効いてないヤバい
って言ってんのにオペ始まっていく
3、2、1でメス入れて終了
何言ったってここからは有料
コンビニには何もなかった
買い叩いた「たった今」だけだった
タイム！

イントロは終わり
冗長な街
あれは僕の墓標
どうしようもない焦燥の
生活を投げ出したって
きっと満たされない
君の受難告知

人よりはマシだ
みんなが好きって言うものが
どうにも好きって思えない
のが誇らしい自分が嫌い

来世とかないから当面
気休めにもならないね
題名をつけるなら... 待って
例え浮かばない勘弁して
内定で締めるネック
掛け値なしで見定める目
明け方育てる本音
弁明の余地もないでしょどうせ

過信の投与
不可侵を問うよ
可視の濃度
The machines were gone

白昼は夜のプレリュード
流動する理由と漂流するコミューン
夜まであと何度数えた？
メーター上がる前と後の寒暖差
漁った互いの弱さ見せ合った
かかってんな輝いたあの日のライター

イントロは終わり
冗長な街
あれは僕の墓標
どうしようもない焦燥の
生活を投げ出したって
きっと満たされない
君の受難告知

わかってないままの夜の解法
君は切符を失って
Ready to nightと洒落込んで
ダイブするならば持ってって
アウトロ流れていく

The Intro is Over

Lately, I haven't had anything I want to say,
Just stringing together random words.
Running away from the need to illuminate,
Just piling up takes, a nasty feeling night.

This cervical spine overlooking even discomfort,
Discarding the perpetually water-repellent umbrella, standing still.
Mentally heavily equipped,
My seat is always empty.
Like that afternoon I skipped school,
The value of surrender, so tiny.
But I must have been
Burdened with some kind of specialness.

The anesthetic hasn't worked, this is bad,
I'm saying, but the operation begins.
3, 2, 1, scalpel in, and it's over.
No matter what I say, from here on out it's a paid service.
There was nothing at the convenience store,
Just the "right now" that I bought cheap.
Time!

The intro is over,
Redundant city,
That's my tombstone.
This unbearable frustration,
Even if I throw away this life,
It surely won't be fulfilled.
Your passion play foretold.

I'm better off than others.
The things everyone says they like,
I just can't seem to like them.
I hate this prideful self.

There's no afterlife, so for the time being,
It's not even a comfort.
If I were to give it a title... wait,
I can't think of an example, give me a break.
A neck tightened by informal job offers,
Eyes that appraise without exaggeration.
Nurturing true feelings at dawn,
There's no room for justification anyway.

An overdose of overconfidence,
Questioning inviolability,
Visible density,
The machines were gone.

Daylight is the prelude to night,
Fluid reasons and drifting communes.
How many more times have I counted until night?
The temperature difference before and after the meter rises.
We fished out each other's weaknesses, showed them to each other.
That lighter from that shining day, it's hooked.

The intro is over,
Redundant city,
That's my tombstone.
This unbearable frustration,
Even if I throw away this life,
It surely won't be fulfilled.
Your passion play foretold.

A solution for the night, still not understood,
You lost your ticket,
Joking around with "Ready to night",
If you're going to dive, take it with you.
The outro flows.