Текст песни и перевод на английский 煮ル果実 - ヲズワルド

ヲズワルド

真夜中見つけたフォークロアは
その昔人魚を生み出したらしい
独善的中毒者や パパラッチに這い寄るmonkey
みたいな輩共が悦に浸るため 編まれた物でしょう

誰彼誰だっけ
少し褒められ慣れたよう
曰く先に名乗りさえすりゃあもう
総てオリジナルなんでしょう 万々歳
坊主憎けりゃ袈裟まで憎い
パイオニア擬の龕燈 Q.E.D.

Light offしよう やっぱonにしよう
往々にして 正解にしよう
延々とやろう もう我がものよ
飽い 飽い 猿さ 撒爾沙 焙

置いてって 置いてって
相反したイメージ押し付けないで
そう群がって まあ散らかして
停滞した幸福に溺れてくの
僕無しで ああ息をして
また偽りのイメージで媚び売んの
もうやだって 愛さないで
信仰の様な暮らしから抜け出したい

思想とは某半々の疾病ともう半々の傲慢を
汚水で割った後にたっぷりとぬるま湯に
漬け込んだ脳に溶け込んだ 糖
瑕瑾 課金 発禁だらけのお祭り騒ぎさ
ただ私の眼には公害が
ティーパーティーしている風にしか見えない

公園にいる鳩並みの警戒心なのね
どっかの誰かも知らん奴が
決めた『生』の値もさ
さあ 匙加減だってばよ
売り捌けや どんどん
駄目だってさ あー言われてんのに
又々熱した鉄板に触れんでしょう

目が覚めない時の言い訳
『布団がじゃれてくる』と言葉 言葉を
吐けば吐くほど 真っ青な本当
明け透けになったのよ

老いてって 老いてって
採算はもう来世に持ち越して
疑ってからくたばれ
監視されりゃ真摯に取り組むね
敬って 宣って
遊園地みたく酷く輝いて
耄碌ね 愛は無いね
『信仰に寄生しなきゃ生きれないの?』

ねえ君誰だっけ
少し貶され慣れたよう
曰く後に名乗りでもすりゃあもう
総て贋作なんでしょう 無問題
坊主崇めりゃ袈裟まで綺麗
パイオニア擬の犯行

『おいで おいで おいでよ』
『おいで おいで おいでよ』
『おいで おいで おいでよ』
『おいで おいで おいでよ』

置いてけ 置いてけ
翕然として安置に住み着いて
そう群がって まあ散らかして
徹底した幸福に溺れてくの
僕無しで ああ生き抜いて
永遠に死にたいから死ねないね
哀 晒して
愛 腐らせて
新成人に合図を

Ozworld

In the middle of the night I found some folklore,
it was said to have created mermaids in the past.
Self-righteous addicts and paparazzi monkeys,
it must have been made for such creatures to revel in.

Who are you again?
You seem to have gotten used to a little bit of praise.
You say that if you just say your name first?
Then everything's original, you're the best.
If you hate the priest, you hate even his robe.
A pseudo-pioneer's shrine, Q.E.D.

Let's turn off the light, or maybe turn it on.
Anyway, let's make it right.
Let's do it forever, it's all mine now.
I'm bored, bored, you monkey, you piece of shit.

Leave me alone, leave me alone.
Don't push your conflicting images on me.
You crowd around, you make a mess,
and drown in your stagnant happiness.
Without me, oh, you'll breathe.
You'll once again try to sell yourself with false images.
I'm so sick of it, don't love me.
I want to break free from this cult-like life.

Ideology is a disease of half, and half arrogance,
diluted with sewage, then infused in lukewarm water
melted into the brain, sugar.
Full of blemishes, pay-to-win, banned, it's a fucking carnival.
But to my eyes, there's only pollution,
that looks like a tea party.

You're about as vigilant as a pigeon in the park.
Some nobody, somewhere
decided what 'life' is worth,
and now, it's up to you to decide the dosage.
Sell it all out, fast.
You were told no, but still you do it.
You'll touch the hot iron again.

An excuse for when you can't wake up.
'The covers are attacking me,' you spit out words,
and the more you spit, the more blue truth
becomes clear in the open.

Get old, get old.
You've postponed your reckoning to the next life.
Be suspicious, and then you can die.
If you're watched, you'll work hard.
Respect, promote
shining so brightly like an amusement park.
Senile, no love.
'Do you have to live off of faith?'

Hey, who are you again?
You seem to have gotten used to a little bit of criticism.
You say that if you just say your name later?
Then everything's a fake, no problem.
If you worship the priest, even his robe looks beautiful.
A pseudo-pioneer's crime.

'Come on, come on, come on,'
'Come on, come on, come on,'
'Come on, come on, come on,'
'Come on, come on, come on,'

Leave me alone, leave me alone.
Nestle in the shrine quietly.
You crowd around, you make a mess,
and drown in your complete happiness.
Without me, oh, you'll survive.
I want to die forever, so I can't die.
Sorrow, flaunt it,
let love rot,
give the signal to the new adults.