Zankyou utsusu furou no kako fuseimyaku no genjitsu o mitsumeru shito Owari naki hizashi wa mabayui hodo zankokude
Kannou-tekina shinapusu kara nagareochiru Ringo dakishimenagara ima manako o awasete Kannou-tekina esoragoto ni kokoro nashi ka namida dakishimenagara ima ame oto seida
Gods Of Rapture Sora yo
Owari naki hizashi wa mabayui hodo zankokude Nodo o narasu mirai omae mo Furikaere nai
Mind Nabiku hata no moto ni shizumu shikai kara no ketsuro o yubi de nazori Kyoukotsu naki hiraku
God Complex Get This
Good Day Am I The Magnificent Humanitarian Who Shall Sound The Broken Bell?
Sai kouchiku mooi o furuu kouyou Iwazaru koto ga nezukeba teppen yaburi tsuta o noboru Bōhatsu shita tokarefu no chi to banbutsu no ko Ikagawashii hodo azayakana chuu Ni umarekawaru hi o Hairetsu midasu yasashi-sa wa gouman ka?
Mayou hana to te o tsunagi Wasuretakunai furou no kako Fuseimyaku no genjitsu o mitsumeru shi to Owari naki hizashi wa mabayui hodo zankokude Nodo o narasu mirai omae mo Furikaere nai Wake up
[English Translation:]
The vagrant past projects reverberation The apostle stares into the arrhythmia of reality The never-ending sunlight is so blinding it's cruel
Holding closely the apple falling from the sensual synapses Now, I look into your eyes Holding closely the tears I shed from the sensual empty wish Now, I shut-out the sound of the rain
Gods Of Rapture Dear sky
The never-ending sunlight is so blinding it's cruel The future screams and you are unable to turn around and go back
Mind It sinks to the root of the streaming flag Tracing the dewfall of the Dead Sea with my finger The sternum screams agape
God Complex Get This
Good Day Am I The Magnificent Humanitarian Who Shall Sound The Broken Bell?
Restructuring A furious uplift If everyone just learned to keep silent We'd break open the summit and climb the ivy In the land of accidental tokarev explosions And the child of all creation Aim for the day we turn into mere worms That are as colorful as they are indecent Is the kindness of messing up the arrangement called arrogance?
Joining hands with the flower that's lost its way Don't want to forget the vagrant past Death stares into the arrhythmia of reality and The never-ending sunlight is so blinding it's cruel The future screams and you too, are unable To turn around and go back Wake up