2021.04.27.
The Dice of The Unfortunate*
Even if I’m using this obeying heart as a collateralJust like drawing a circle down,
I keep redoing them, saying a quick prayer
Before long the no-side game starts
Being swept away, always getting involved
or
Admitting to it, admiring them,
Anything goes.
Moreover, I’m not interested
on things like Zero-G at all
Hands that seemed brand new are connected to someone, somewhere
Someone who is imprisoned in a life full of procrastination
Being swept away, always getting involved
or
Admitting to it, admiring them
Don’t make me say the same thing over and over again
Show must go on
They say if you show them through action while saying nothing, then there’ll be nothing left to do
Show must go on
Are we that stupid to the point we can’t understand that?
You don’t even deserve a simple “goodbye”
Things such as excuses won’t make up for your past
Grasp the happiness that happens to be there
Who the hell decides that what they say is the truth?
「Wired」
It’s not like they won’t notice it, so I want to swallow it up,
「Wired」
I want to spit out my hesitation, yes, I want to refuse them
「Wired」
By the time I want to call it off, it’s too late
「Wired」
The dice of the unfortunate
My esteem needs fit my self-assessment that was smeared by bluffs
It’s worthless, is there even any meaning to be announced as the victor
Being satisfied, being disturbed
or
Getting bored, getting dazzled by it
I’m going to repeat the same thing over and over again
Show must go on
They say if you show them through action while saying nothing, then there’ll be nothing left to do
Show must go on
Are we that stupid to the point we can’t understand that?
It’s a lineup full of important people
Forgetting, loving, torrentially, I’m deserting all my losses and gains
I guess I’ll just talk while standing too, huh?
Cut through everything, all the gust of morals and ethics
Just as what “God” had said
That guy, this guy, even those guys says “it’s somehow your fault”
Push against the distortions
Just how much did I misunderstand, saying “this is fine”?
You don’t even deserve a simple “goodbye”
Things such as excuses won’t make up for your past
Grasp the happiness that happens to be there
Who the hell decides that what they say is the truth?
「Wired」
It’s not like they won’t notice it, so I want to swallow it up,
「Wired」
I want to spit out my hesitation, yes, I want to refuse them
「Wired」
By the time I want to call it off, it’s too late
「Wired」
The dice of the unfortunate
I wonder what started all of this
There are still things that I don’t like
Keep redoing them, saying a quick prayer
In the end, it’s a suicide game