クエスチョンマーク || Question Mark

歌詞

辞めさせていただけますか？
貴方本当にいい気になって
歌うことが人生ですか？
人助けのつもりでしょ？

声帯を切除しますか？
恵まれたとかお思いですか？
他人の果実は美味しいですか？
自分のための涙でしょ…

割れたようなクエスチョンマーク
脳が貴方を拒絶して
最悪だ醜悪だ改悪だ害悪だ
なんで私だ！
甘すぎのその声に
骨の髄まで狂って
汚されたメンタルは赤い紙に
嫌嫌もうやめた…

心外な粗相をその瞬間まで
何度も何度も反芻させたら
貴方の肖像を粉々にしたいの
いい加減にして！

愛を持ってくれていますか？
いい餌だとお思いですか？
桃の香りが魅惑ですか
こちら貴方に興味はない！

割れたようなクエスチョンマーク
脳が貴方を拒絶して
最悪だ醜悪だ改悪だ害悪だ
なんで私だ！
甘すぎのその声に
骨の髄まで狂って
汚されたメンタルは赤い紙に
嫌嫌もうやめた…

Romanisation

yamesasete itadake masu ka?
anta honto ni ii kininatte
utau koto ga jinsei desu ka?
hitodasuke no tsumori desho

seitai o setsujo shimasu ka?
megumareta to ka oomoi desu ka?
hito no kajitsu wa oishii desu ka?
jibun no tame no namida desho…

wareta you na kuesuchon maaku
nou ga anta o kyozetsushite
saiaku da shuuaku da kaiaku da gaiaku da
nande watashi da!
amasugi no sono koe ni
hone no zui made kurutte
kegasareta mentaru wa akai kami ni
iya iya mou yameta…

shingai na sosou o sono shunkan made
nandomo nandomo hansuusasetara
anta no shouzou o konagona ni shitai no
ii kagen ni shite!

ai o motte kurete imasu ka?
ii esa da to oomoi desu ka?
momo no kaori ga miwaku desu ka
kochira anta ni kyoumi wa nai!

wareta you na kuesuchon maaku
nou ga anta o kyozetsushite
saiaku da shuuaku da kaiaku da gaiaku da
nande watashi da!
amasugi no sono koe ni
hone no zui made kurutte
kegasareta mentaru wa akai kami ni
iya iya mou yameta…

wareta youna kuesuchon maaku
nou ga anta o kyozetsushite
saiaku da shuuaku da kaiaku da gaiaku da
nande watashi da!
amasugi no sono koe ni
hone no zui made kurutte
kegasareta mentaru wa akai kami ni
iya iya mou yameta…

Translation

Could you stop?
You’re really full of yourself.
Is singing what life’s all about?
I guess it’s for the sake of helping others, right?

Will you cut off my vocal cords?
Do you think you’ve been blessed?
Is another’s fruit delicious?
Maybe these tears are for yourself…

The question mark looks broken.
My brain rejects you.
It’s the worst. It’s ugly. It’s deteriorating. It’s evil.
Why me?!
When faced with your voice, which is too sweet,
I go mad to the bone.
My polluted mental state is on red paper.
No, no! I’ve given up…

If you’ll let me think over that upsetting blunder
over and over, until that moment arrives,
then I want to turn your portrait into tiny pieces.
Cut it out!

Do you bear love?
Do you think it’s good bait?
Is the scent of peaches captivating?
I have no interest in you!

The question mark looks broken.
My brain rejects you.
It’s the worst. It’s ugly. It’s deteriorating. It’s evil.
Why me?!
When faced with your voice, which is too sweet,
I go mad to the bone.
My polluted mental state is on red paper.
No, no! I’ve given up…