Since I could remember I destroyed many things Clocks, tea bowls, remote controls, wood blocks The more important and precious the object, the more interesting it gets Dolls, puzzles, telephones, photographs
People get angry and cry, their faces look so scary Although those things break so easily, people still treasure them When people place them where I could reach I become so weird, I get anxiously exited and quietly reach out my hands
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter I become so happy when destroying your belongings
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Especially your precious treasures
Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter, tie it up, untie it It’s not fun if you only get to play with it once Repair, destroy, repair, destroy To the point even you forget its original shape
The more memories you have with it, the more I break it Stuffed animal, scale model, piano, mail The more emotions are put into it, the harder I break it Instruments, art, ceramics, statues
When people become attached to objects, Their souls will be eternally planted on the objects The more precious the object, the more souls there are Breathing weakly, living happily, I quietly reach out my hands
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter How much I wish to destroy your soul over and over again
Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter How much I wish to erase your living soul Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter, make it go all "Pitter-Patter" Upon the moment when your soul disappears Repair, destroy, repair, destroy I laugh while you cry