Текст и перевод песни cosMo@暴走P - ラクガキスト

ラクガキスト

品性曲がった落書きを
あーでもこーでも貼り付け組み立て
それでもいいよと開き直って
ボクだけの世界をここに築く
「予定調和の厨二病」なんて
馬鹿げた響きだろう
言葉の遊びも音端の弄りも
どこまで行ってもハンコ絵師
統率のとれた発言が穿つ
味とか個性を保身に後悔
息が詰まって死にそうなんだよ
↑それならうかつに死ねばいい
言葉の激流に乗せた結果は
最低極まる自慰行為だけど
それしかないよと開き直って
ボクだけの世界選び取る
街の隅々にスプレーで書いた落書きと
何ら変わりの無い
くだらない言い訳を
それでも無いよりは
マシだとそう思いたく
歪んだ自己顕示欲を
ノートの切れ端に見せた
極度に人見知り
それでいて認めてほしい
過激に人間嫌い
それでいて恋しくて
通りすがる壁に
ぐしゃぐしゃした
受け売りの薄っぺらい
主張を込めた
何をするにも足りなくて余っていて
他人のする事が
大層で遠い気がして
誰かのせいにして不貞腐れて
ネガティヴな言葉で卑屈に構えた
積み重ならべる綺麗な部分を
どうでもいいようなハリボテ部分を
いつからだったかミテクレ気にして
そんなに大事なものだっけ
履かせてもらった奇跡の下駄にて
自分を過大に誤り誇って
現実はもっと矮小無価値な
無意味な落書きなのにね
好きが嫌いに反転そこから
ぴたりと命を終われるほどの
強さとけじめと諦めと覚悟
もちろん無いからこれから創る
脳内お花畑な思考回路
殺意と共にうらやましくなる
どうしてそこまでポジティブに
考えられるの
雑踏に紛れると
自分が迷子になった
置いてかれたボクは
立ち止まりうずくまる
ここに在る意味を
見つけたくて知りたくて
誰かが気づくのを
落書きしながら待った
謗りは怖いけど絶えず
何か主張して
自意識過剰さが
空気にも為れなくて
通りすがる壁にぐしゃぐしゃした
苛立ちと焦る気持ち
混ざりぶつけた
石ころ蹴った
その先の光る未来
あるような妄想で現実に帰って来る
幸せな世界などいらないよと
強がりな言葉は外界にはみ出す
詠み人知らずの歌を口ずさみ
無心で描き出す
他の誰でもないボクが
品性曲がった落書きを
あーでもこーでも貼り付け組み立て
それでもいいよと開き直って
ボクだけの世界をここに築く
言葉の激流に乗せた結果は
最低極まる自慰行為だけど
それしかないよと開き直って
ボクだけの世界選び取る
落書きばら撒き理論と衝動
激しく轟音ぶつかるところで
落書きだからと開き直って
ボクだけの世界をここに築く
初めの理念は輝かしかった
朽ち行く足跡見返り思って
自分の「らしさ」の呪縛は死ぬまで
赦さず離さず引き摺り続く
「予定調和の厨二病」なんて
虚しい響きだろう
妥当な真理も理想の解答も
心の奥にもドコにも無い
僅かな絶望僅かな不幸を
振りまくことしかできないけれども
世界に爪痕残せる拙い
落書き感性掴み取る

Rakugakist

you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know,
ah, but here, paste, assemble.
that's fine. open it again.
i'll build my own world here.
what about the two diseases of the pre-planned harmony?
that sounds ridiculous.
The play of words and the play of the sound end
no matter how far you go, seal painter
it's a commanding statement.
Regret to protect the taste and personality
i'm suffocating. i'm dying.
↑ If that is the case, you should die inadvertently
the result of putting it on the torrent of words
it is the lowest extreme masturbation
that's the only way to open it up.
i'll choose my own world.
Spray-painted graffiti on every corner of the city
no change.
that's a stupid excuse.
it's better than not.
i want to think it's better.
a distorted desire for self-awareness
i showed it on a piece of notebook.
extremely shy.
still, i want you to admit it.
i hate people very much.
still, i miss you.
on the wall that passes by.
i'm so excited.
The flimsy of the selling
with a claim.
i'm not enough to do anything. i'm leftover.
what other people do
i feel like i'm a big, distant person.
it's someone's fault, and you're unfaithful.
in a negative language, he was servile.
the beautiful parts that can be stacked
i don't care about the haribote part.
i don't know when it started. i don't know when it started. i don't know when it started. i don't know when it started.
it was so important.
In the miracle clogs that i put on
i overestimated myself.
the reality is more dwarf and worthless.
it's a meaningless graffiti.
Like to hate flip from there
to the point where you can end your life just like that.
Strength, indignation, giving up and preparation
of course it's not, so i'll make it from now on.
Brain flower field thinking circuit
with the intention of killing, it makes me envious.
why are you so positive?
i can think of it.
in the crowd
i'm lost.
i was left behind.
stop, crouch.
what it means to be here.
i wanted to find out. i wanted to know.
you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know.
i waited while scribbling.
i'm afraid of slander, but i'm constantly
you have something to insist on.
selfconfidence.
i can't even get into the air.
i was frolicking on the wall that was passing by.
Irritability and impatience
i got mixed up.
i kicked a rock.
The Bright Future Ahead
come back to reality with some kind of delusion
i don't need a happy world.
Strong words extend out to the outside world
A song of the unknown poet
Drawing with no mind
i'm not anyone else.
you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know,
ah, but here, paste, assemble.
that's fine. open it again.
i'll build my own world here.
the result of putting it on the torrent of words
it is the lowest extreme masturbation
that's the only way to open it up.
i'll choose my own world.
Doodling Theory and Impulse
where it roared violently
i opened it again because it was graffiti.
i'll build my own world here.
the idea at the beginning was brilliant.
in return for the decaying footprints
The spell of my "likeness" until death
i will not forgive, i will not let go, i will continue to drag
what about the two diseases of the pre-planned harmony?
it sounds empty.
no reasonable truth, no ideal answer.
there's nothing in my heart or in my heart.
a little despair, a little misfortune.
i can only shake it up.
i can't leave a trace in the world.
Doodling sensibility Grab