とがびとごろし || Killing the Offenders

歌詞

止まらない時の中　渇く街
力なく笑う君　見つけた
正しさの浅ましさ　漣さざなみに
二の句が継げないまま　混ぜ込む

呑めない嘘に　煮え切らない　訝しげな私
知らない故に　逃げたくない　意の所在は不明
今だけ消せるとしたら
乱暴な　ナンセンスの音色で
デザイン的に　似せちゃえ
選んで付けた　傷跡

止まらない時の中　渇く街
力なく笑う君　見つけた
正しさの浅ましさ　漣さざなみに
二の句が継げないまま　巻き込もう

海に溶けゆく　空虚な声　描けない風景
苛立ちを抱き　期待なんか　考えてもいない
イメージ

焦らされた時の中

重ねあう時の中　枯れる価値
血の潤いが沁みる　ルミナス
擦り切れた浅ましさ　漣さざなみに
二の句が継げないまま　混ぜちゃおう
埋まらない文字の穴
嘆きも流れるから

落書きされた切れ端

Romanisation

tomaranai toki no naka kawaku machi
chikara naku warau kimi mitsuketa
tadashisa no asamashisa sazanami ni
ni no ku ga tsugenai mama mazekomu no

nomenai uso ni niekiranai ibukashige na watashi
shiranai yue ni nigetakunai i no shozai wa fumei
ima dake keseru to shitara
ranbou na nansensu no neiro de
dezain-teki ni nisechae
erande tsuketa kizuato

tomaranai toki no naka kawaku machi
chikara naku warau kimi mitsuketa
tadashisa no asamashisa sazanami ni
ni no ku ga tsugenai mama makikomou

umi ni toke yuku kuukyo na koe kakenai fuukei
iradachi o idaki kitai nanka kangaete mo inai
imeeji

jirasareta toki no naka

kasane au toki no naka kareru kachi
chi no uruoi ga shimiru ruminasu
surikireta asamashisa sazanami ni
ni no ku ga tsugenai mama mazechaou
umaranai moji no ana
nageki mo nagareru kara

rakugaki sareta kirehashi

Translation

In a street thirsting during endless time
I found you, laughing powerlessly.
In the ripples, in the wretchedness of being right,
I am mixed in while lost for words.

I am doubtful, indecisive when faced with lies I can’t swallow.
Because I don’t know, I don’t want to run. The location of my thoughts is unknown.
If they could be erased, if only for now,
then with a violent, nonsensical tone
they would imitate its design.
I chose and affixed a scar.

In a street thirsting during endless time
I found you, laughing powerlessly.
In the ripples, in the wretchedness of being right,
let’s be swallowed up while lost for words.

An empty voice melts into the sea in an indescribable landscape.
While feeling irritated, I can’t take my hopes into consideration.
An image—

During hurried time…

Worth withers during overlapping time.
The wetness of blood soaks in. Luminous.
In the ripples, in worn-out wretchedness,
let’s be mixed in while lost for words.
The hole of letters won’t be filled
because grief, too, flows.

A scrawled fragment—