Migi kara san-banme ni narabu yoku aru kanjou DL Hidari no gekijou mo hoshii Mugen no kanousei-sen beraiburarii Kankaku dake de aitemu fuyase Tsumaranai yoku de baransu totte Oroka ni hitonami ni natte iku
MY kasutamu meido Kikaku-gai no dareka ni natte miseru Idenshi ni se o mukete Rokku sezu sonomama no joutai Mushiro wirusu o matteru Ato wa kono senaka chi no kayou nanika inputto suru dake Watashi wa souzou suru
Jikan no mukou-gawa ni mo setsuna-sa dake o DL Tsuma sakidachi o shite mo todokanai aijou Fukigen'na gogo sono sugata o kaeteiku
Iki teru hito wa subete hoshigaru Karada wa mō mudana mono bakari
MY kasutamu meido Mohaya nani o `jibun' to iu nodarou Narabe rarete ku fairuni wa Tanjun'na debaisu wanakute Iki o suru you ni hikiyoseru dake no sapuraizu Kono-te o aite tobitatsutori e to Watashi wa souzou suru
MY kasutamu meido Kikaku-gai no dareka ni natte miseru Idenshi ni se o mukete Rokku sezu sonomama no joutai Mushiro wirusu o matteru Ato wa kono senaka Chi no kayou nanika inputto suru dake Chi no kayou nanika inputto suru dake Watashi wa souzou suru
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I imagine I imagine
I download my feelings that are in the 3rd row Also, I want my violent emotions downloaded as well From a library of infinite abilities With just my, my item count increases With an absurd greed, I balance it out I become as foolish as much as anyone else
MY CUSTOM MAID I'll show you, I'll become someone out of the ordinary I turn my back to my genetics Without any locks I stay in that state Behind me awaits a virus All that's left now is to input something into my back for blood to flow through I imagine
Right beside but beyond time, I download only what's painful Even if I tiptoe, I can't reach love The ill-humored afternoon, goes on to change that form
Everyone who's alive, desires something Our bodies are nothing but pointless now
MY CUSTOM MAID What do you call "Yourself" now I wonder The itemization of all those files Isn't done by some simple device A surprise that's only to draw out my breaths I open this hand, and to the bird that flies out of it I imagine
MY CUSTOM MAID I'll show you, I'll become someone out of the ordinary I turn my back to my genetics Without any locks I stay in that state Behind me awaits a virus All that's left now is to input something into my back for blood to flow through All that's left now is to input something into my back for blood to flow through I imagine