The bikini on the ground, and the fire from the chest
umarenagara oishi tsumi de aru ga yueni rinri, haitoku kan osoreru koto nakare osae kirenu shoudou kara no katari kake ni mimodaeru
kagami utsusu sugata tousaku suru hodo ni gisou utsushidashite memai ga suru hodo ni mushinkei na anata-tachi wa naze ni 'shinjitsu dake o' to utsusu no ka
mi o eguru katarushisu
sore naraba isso kokoro ni soete kono karada jouka sureba ii kyozetsu e no higan shinka no keiji shounou no kaoru SERUROIDO
gin no kami to akaku fukai GARASU no me de tsukuri ageta nisete hi naru watashi e umarekawaru toki ga kuru to utagaezu ni sotto nadete idaita hitogata e no kogare
hito de aru ga yue no taete kienu yoku ni hirei, kasan sareta nan garon mo no yuuutsu zureta kachi o semeru yokuatsu taegatakishi kanshou sha yo
ato sukoshi kanzen na utsuwa e to
sugekaeta karada kowareru hi made oiru koto mo naku utsukushiku kyozetsu e no higan shinka no mayu to atatakasa suteta SERUROIDO
kuro no doresu kara wa zutto motomete ita hosoku kyasha na shishi ga shi na ya nani nobi shiro no reesu yurashi sotto aruki dasu no omoiegaite ita kokou no sousei e
gin no kami to akaku fukai GARASU no me de tsukuri ageta nisete hi naru watashi o shibaru mono mo semeru mono mo ari wa shinai kodoku dake ga watashi iyashi tsudzukete yuku
By nature, we are sinful Without fail, we fear morals We tell ourselves to suppress our impulses And our bodies writhe with the pain
The mirror reflects such a corrupted figure The facade it casts is such an exhilaration How does the truth Reflect upon your insensitive skins ?
It's the catharsis Of hollowing out one's own body
If that's the case, then attach yourself to this body By this you'll be purified of your deepest wishes The evolution of the apocalypse Has the sweet scent of camphor on a photo
My non-becoming was a lie, an imitation Silver hair and profound crimson eyes of glass Without a doubt, the time for change has come I long for someone to caress and hold this human flesh
Through human life, greed dies and fades The melancholy grows by gallons in proportion To the restrained condemnation of the merit that was slipped off The intolerability of another's interference
But after a little while I'll become the perfect vessel
This incredible substitution of my body to the sun can't be broken Nothing grows old, but neither is it beautiful This photo was warmly cast aside with the refusal of your deepest wishes And the evolution of your cocoon
This black dress has always been searched for To flexibly stretch these graceless limbs This white lace trembles softly with every step I take And my thoughts draw out the indifference of the creation of the world
My non-becoming was a lie, an imitation Silver hair and profound crimson eyes of glass There are no longer things that bind or condemn But only solitude can continue to heal