gensoubanashi no bousou tobikonda jiko no kanata kara tanshin de boku wa ki ga tsuita
hanmen kanojo wa shissou kurikaeshita hanryo no kaiwa no ondo wa kantan ni nouri de zouo ni natte
sono shunkan ishiki no kouyou ki no tooku naru hodo no ryou no keisan de atama ga tsumatte
kore ga “jintai soshiki no henbou” saekitta me no haishoku ga nandaka kaibutsu jimitenai desu ka
noutsuyu osamaranai saibou ga shirou to suru manatsubi wo kaita aka, shiro, ao no gensou
kaibou de chi ni mabureta te wo totte yo
kitto kimi wa mada ano natsu no ondo ni shibarareterunda
"boku wa mada seijou sa" daijoubu, kimi igai wo xx shite demo sugu tasukeru kara
suunen amari no kenkyuu sono seido wa jinrui shinpo no suuseikibun mono seika ni natta
gensou riron no kyuumei ano suuki de myoumi de doushiyou mo nai you na kuukan wa dou ni mo yakkai sou de
are wa kuusou sekai no sonzai? monogatari no “nakami” no you de higenjitsu jimiteitanda
tada tanjun kagaku wa soumei ano toki to onaji you ni kaiteyarou "kimi to, boku no you ni"
zettai ni yurusanai akarui mirai nara ano hi kara, mou zenbu ubawarete shimatta
sonzai wo tashikameru you ni kyou mo mata
jikken wo hajimeyou kauntodaun de ano doa wo saa, mou ikkai hirakou ka
"nee. tsugi wa kimi no ban da yo. umaku nigerareru kana?”
The element of a dark story Ever since the jump On the other hand, it offers a piece of mind.
The heat of a simple yet repeated conversation Can easily draw us in.
At the time, my head was overwhelming The large calculations that formed in my head Of "the transformation of human tissues" Decreasing dull colors Has a monster been made?
Similarity cannot be served Even the cells can take in The red, white, and blue of that beautiful day I take a sample of your blood with my hands.
Of course, you're still drawn to the summer-heat Even if you still hide your ass The rest is in order to help you.
The investigation is up to date The progress of data relies on the results Reaching the end of the minute.
Research on this theory called "Love" Intervals are always a problem.
The presence of the world's nonsense? The "content" of a story The unreal, simple science of death It's basically the same (truth?) "It's just like you and me".
Ever since that day I was deprived of hope for a bright future I'm confirming my presence today, yet again.
The countdown begins I try to open the door again "Hey, it's your turn next How well will you escape this time?"