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自由を描いた犬猫豚馬鹿 生肉目指してここ掘れワンワン
小便臭え批評には 蠅と嘘が寄ってきた
「狂った世界は間違いじゃない」と先生も巨匠もお前も共鳴
血反吐で描いた絵よりも 琴線が金銭触れました
今宵も月を天に飾れど 俗世は見向きしやしない
1,2,3,4皮肉登場 肯定も否定も裏では談合
その音楽冗談ですね その絵画も冗談ですね
その思想も冗談ですね その才能は冗談だ
笑われて 貶（おと）されて 見下され 破られ
ほらセンスがセンスがセンスが センスって何？
黒い風 黒い霧 包まれて 見えない
ほら感性が感性が感性が 今爆発だ
誰にも読み取り出来ない傑作 創りし貴方は理解してるの？
それを知ろうと玄人気取り 「これは最高」と最低の返し
幾重に重なるカラクリ仕掛けを そのうち何人解いたのだろう
裏の裏の裏を描いて 裏を二つ飛ばして解いた
今宵も月を天に飾れど 俗世は見向きしやしない
1,2,3,4皮肉登場 肯定も否定も裏では談合
その音楽冗談ですね その絵画も冗談ですね
その思想も冗談ですね その才能は冗談だ
笑われて 貶されて 見下され 破られ
ほら感性が感性が感性が 感性って何？
本当は 何もかも 分かってる フリだけ
いやジョークさジョークさジョークさ 満月の夜
笑われて 貶されて 見下され 破られ
ほらセンスがセンスがセンスが センスって何？
黒い風 黒い霧 包まれて 見えない
ほら感性が感性が感性が 爆発してしまえ

Black Hole Artist

In your art, even animals appear as fools, yet you claim it's a symbol of freedom
Your "criticism" reeks of urine, attracting only flies and lies
Your teachers, your idols, even you believe: "there's nothing wrong with a messed up world."
Your paintings, born from your own lifeblood, earn less attention than the sound of jingling coins.
Tonight, you adorn the moon in the sky, but the world remains indifferent.
Behind the scenes, so-called critics gather, praising and condemning, conspiring together.
Your music is a joke, your paintings are a joke
Your philosophy is a joke, your talent is a joke.
You've been laughed at, degraded, scorned, and shattered.
But hey, what even is "taste"?
Black wind, black mist, you're consumed and blinded.
Your feelings, your emotions, they're about to explode.
Who can truly comprehend your masterpieces? Are you sure you understand them yourself?
Pretending to be experts, they praise you with the most insulting compliments: "This is the best" and "the worst".
How many layers of your intricate web of deception have they truly unraveled?
They say they've deciphered the underlying messages, but they've only seen two layers deep.
Tonight, you adorn the moon in the sky, but the world remains indifferent.
Behind the scenes, so-called critics gather, praising and condemning, conspiring together.
Your music is a joke, your paintings are a joke
Your philosophy is a joke, your talent is a joke.
You've been laughed at, degraded, scorned, and shattered.
Your feelings, your emotions, what even are they?
The truth is, we're all just pretending to understand.
Oh honey, it's just a joke, a joke, a joke, under the full moon.
You've been laughed at, degraded, scorned, and shattered.
Your taste, your taste, your taste, what is taste?
Black wind, black mist, you're consumed and blinded.
Your feelings, your emotions, explode.