The folklore I found at midnight
Was said to give rise to mermaids in the past
Self-righteous junkies, monkeys that crawl towards paparazzi
It's just something woven so these guys can gloat

That guyー what's his name again?
He seems to be a bit used to being praised
Which means-just be the first one to give your name
And all your work will be original, hoo-hooray!
If you hate a monk, you will even hate his robe
Pseudo-pioneer Buddha lamps
Q.E.D

Let's turn off the lights-No, let's leave them on
Again and again, let's make it the correct answer
Let's do this on and on
Then they'll all be mine
Get sick, sick of this. You monkey, sarsaparilla
Roast

Leave it there, leave it there
Don't impose a contrary image on me
Gathering like this, scattering like that
And drown yourselves in stagnant happiness?
Oh breathe, without me
Still trying to flatter people with your fake image?
Oh I'm sick of this- Don't love me
This livelihood that looks more like a religion, I want to escape from it

A thought is actually half disease, half arrogance-
Diluted by sewage, marinated by lukewarm water
Sugar melted into our brains
Defects
In-app purchases
Sale bans
Revelry full of these
This looks like nothing but pollution having a tea party

You're as cautious as those pigeons in the park, huh?
The value of 'life' decided
By somebody somewhere
At your discretion
Sell them all, out and out
Ugh, even though you're told not to do so
You'll still touch the sizzling hot iron plate, right?
The excuse when you can't get out of bedー
"The bed sheets kept on fooling around me" These words, these words
The more you spit them out, the more blue the 'truth' becomes
Now it's become the blatant truth

Even if you age, even if you age
Your profits have already been carried forward to your next life
Suspect, then rot
You'll take it serious once you're being watched, huh?
Revering, declaring
Shining awfully bright, like a theme park
Once it gets senile, love no longer exists
"Can't we survive without living on a belief?"

Hey, who were you again?
He seems to be a bit used to being dispraised
Which means-just be the next one to give your name
And all your work will be counterfeits
No problem
If you worship a monk, you will even find his robe gorgeous
Pseudo-pioneer crimes

"Come here"
"Come here"
"Come here"
"Come here"
Leave it there, leave it there
Unanimously settling down in your little havens
Gathering like this, scattering like that
And drown yourselves in complete happiness?
Oh survive, without me
You long to die, that's why you're unable to die
Reveal your grief
Let the love rot
Give the new adults your signal