~These lyrics are translated from Japanese to English by Hazuki no Yume~

HOW DID I LET THIS SH*T HAPPEN?

[Verse I]
There’s a ton of things I wanna say, but I’m gonna keep it in my heart
I’m drowning in this stuff gushing out of my empty shell
I suppose I can’t carry out any of these things
So many hello’s left unsaid
Hope my self-hatred will grow ever larger!
It’s just some loser, right? Let’s give that one a real hard kick
“Be grateful for this pleasant taste we’re giving you.”

There’s something dangerous peeking out of my shoes
I have absolutely no idea who did this, but I know I’m being watched, all the time
I’ve borrowed some words I totally can’t use
Thank you very much, indeed
Come, break that flirtatious heart into pieces!
I wanna dig up someone’s deepest secrets
“Come on, carve this sorry reality onto your own skin.”

[Pre-Chorus I]
Without any hesitation, it’s all resolved. Such sweet oblivion
(It’s rotting, dwindling.)

[Chorus I]
It’s not even funny! This mix-and-match rationality
A bag stuffed full of onerous hopes
Stop, stop, stop it!
Don’t look at me when I’m like this!
The relationship is pretty much of the copy-and-paste type
So much for affection: all you’d end up with is hitting and beating
At least, at least, at the very least
Let me apologize, to the whole lot of you, for sharing with you my horrid fantasies!

[Verse II]
There’s a ton of things I wanna ask, but I’m gonna keep it in inside
A hole, like a gaping window, has opened up in the bottom of my heart
Something’s seriously wrong here

Just cut it out, and throw it away. It’s all covered in dirt anyway, isn’t it?
That half-baked aspiration you’re holding on to, I mean
You should feel grateful for this punishment, for it comes from love
Indeed, it’s a very fun place here

It was pretty much an uninvited invitation
Think you’re some hero of justice? Cut out that crap
I guess it was a waste of time for me to listen
To you blabbering on about your empty dream, like some sort of expert
WHY DID I LET THIS SHXT HAPPEN?

[Pre-Chorus II]
Shooting down the enemy. The whole gang is clamoring
(A most impressive performance, indeed.)

[Chorus II]
That’s not our problem, not our problem! Who cares about that burning sense of justice
And those tepid, half-baked acts of charity?
And then, that turned out to be this
And this is what we ended up with?
In no time at all, comes a wadcutter bullet
How nice and pleasant, this Recoil Shock rifle
Stop, stop, stop it
Don’t make me touch that thing