2022.03.28.
Young Mistress & Young Master’s Career in Villainy
Today ‘Young Mistress’ has changed into a new pair of sunglassesHer suit worn without a wrinkle
The corners of her mouth curling like a hook
Her moods, as hard as they are to predict
Are sometimes clear, and other times gloomy
Her eyes, difficult to look through
Where are they looking at now?
Today ‘Young Master’ has changed into a new pair of sunglasses
His suit worn without a wrinkle
The corners of his mouth smoothed down
His moods, as hard as they are to predict
Impart not a hint of sunniness or gloominess
Along with his two cold eyes
Right now let’s throw everything to the back of our minds
Do you know your target well?
The time limit is 2 min 51 s
Take his head off
Best not to listen to any excuse
Too many words mean many slip-ups
The frightened prey wants to run
Only to find themselves against the bloodied muzzle of my gun
Today ‘Young Mistress’ has received an anonymous letter
Today ‘Young Master’ has received a late-night phone call
'One of you has lost their faith in the clan,
Sold themselves as a mole.'
'Are you the mole?'
'You believe that?'
Right now let’s throw everything to the back of our minds
Do you understand our rules here?
If nobody were to come forward and confess
Then the conspirator would still be left in our midst
The decision-makers don’t care about the how’s or why’s
They’re prepared to slaughter the both of us
Both the innocent and the guilty
All our blood will flow
'You stay here.'
'You stay here.'
'I’ll talk it over with them first.'
'You stay here.'
'I’ll take care of everything.'
'You stay here.'
'You go be free.'
'Absolutely not.'
Right now let’s throw everything to the back of our minds
I’ll be your right and left flanks
Our blood and tears used to flow together
Along with the licked wounds
If you are the traitor then what does that make me?
The traitor’s sworn friend
At any rate, neither of us is guilty of that crime
But to shirk yourself off the blame would’ve been impossible
Please throw everything to the back of our minds
I’ll leave my back to you
That hand propping a friend up
Used to belong to a ruthless beast
The two walk together along a single trail of blood
While the decisive battle awaits
The muzzle of the gun is pressed against that man’s head
Tell me now who shall leave and who shall stay behind