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あゝ

ああ
いい
「良い声で哭くね」って言われます 私
それが唯一つの自慢かな
お金はシャワーの前に頂戴
心置き無く哭きたいの
Mr.
普段？
そうね 何してるのかな 私
特技も趣味も 夢も 無いし
誰と居たってつまんない
世界の何処にも居場所が無い
だけど
ラブホテルのベッドの上でなら
皆 私を褒めてくれるんだ
仮初でも愛して貰えるなら
楽器にだって私 なるわ
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece(誰もが私を名器と呼ぶわ)
チャック下ろしたら私はギター
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
Play Me, Price Me, Mr！
掻き鳴らしてよ This Is Your Guitar
多少 乱暴に引っ掻いて
持て余してんの この空洞を
無意味な人生を
ああ あああ
何も無いのです
なりたいものとか したいこと
私 伽藍堂だ
故に良い音が鳴るのでしょうね
唯 人並みに生きたい
その祈りと裏腹に
肉叢(ボディ)を駆け抜けていく
人として終わっていく快感
ああ
いい
...鋭いのね その指摘が全てかも
傷付きたいだけなんだ 多分
傷が個性になると思ってる
馬鹿な若者です 私
だけど
説教も同情も要らないわ
貴方だって所詮ケダモノでしょ？
ほら 淫らな音 立てたげるから
口に出して 貴方の欲望(うた)を
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
ショーツ剥がしたら 私はギター
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
Play Me, Choke Me, Mr！
Mr？
掻き鳴らしてよ This Is Your Guitar
多少 凶暴に突っ込んで
心無い演奏(プレイ)が沁みるんです
渇いた人生に
ああ あああ
頭の奥で 幼い少女の声 泣いている
私だ いつかの
自分を愛せた 遠い昔の
こんな未来でごめんね
その涙を嗤うように
横隔膜で爆ぜる
人として終わっていく快感
ああ
いい
価値観(チューニング)が狂っていく恍惚
ああ
いい
頸(ネック)反らせ 絶叫する享楽
ああ
いい
人として終わっていく快感
ああ
いい
ああ
いい
ああ
いい

Ah

Ah,
okay,
They say I have a "lovely voice when crying,"
That's perhaps my only source of pride.
I'll take my money before the shower,
So I can cry without any regrets.
Mr.,
Normally?
What do I do normally, I wonder?
I have no special skills, hobbies, or dreams,
And I'm a bore to be around.
I don't belong anywhere in the world.
But,
On the bed of a love hotel,
Everyone compliments me.
If I can be loved, even temporarily,
I'll even become your instrument.
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece (Everyone calls me a masterpiece)
When my zipper drops, I'm your guitar.
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
Play Me, Price Me, Mr.!
Strum me, this is your guitar.
Roughly strum me.
I'm just full of emptiness.
A pointless life.
Ah, ahhh.
I have nothing,
No aspirations or desires.
I'm just an empty temple.
That's why I can make such a beautiful sound, I guess.
All I want is to live like a normal person,
But that desire conflicts,
As the carnal urges course through my body,
The pleasure of ending as a human.
Ah,
okay.
...How sharp your words are. Maybe they're all true.
I probably just want to get hurt,
Thinking that it will make me special.
I'm a foolish young thing.
But,
I don't need your sermons or your pity.
You're just an animal yourself, aren't you?
Come on, let me make some obscene sounds for you.
Sing your desires out loud.
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
When I slip off my panties, I'm your guitar.
Everybody Calls Me A Master-Piece
Play Me, Choke Me, Mr.!
Mr.?
Strum me, this is your guitar.
Roughly thrust into me.
Your heartless playing is intoxicating.
To my thirsty life.
Ah, ahhh,
In the back of my mind, a young girl's voice is crying.
That's me, from long ago,
When I could love myself.
I'm sorry about this future.
As if laughing at those tears,
A piercing sound erupts from my diaphragm.
The pleasure of ending as a human.
Ah,
okay,
The ecstasy of losing my sense of reality.
Ah,
okay,
The pleasure of arching my neck and screaming.
Ah,
okay,
The pleasure of ending as a human.
Ah,
okay,
Ah,
okay,
Ah,
okay.