thirst

歌詞

死にたくならないように
弱さを鎖で繋いでいく
誰も触れず腐っている
海に複製のガラスを投げた
漂白した世界は
罪だけが意識を欠いている
夢の中でさえも
僕は悪夢に支配されて

藍に塗れて
何が悲しいというのか
華にもなれないの
惨めさだけが溢れてきて
僕はこのまま
悲哀に縋って生きるのか
息もできなくて
悪意の夜に溶けて消えていく

灼熱の永遠に
水をさしては渇いていく
ヒステリックになっている
彼の網膜の光が閉じて
漂白した世界で
罰だけが意識を欠いている
夢の中でさえも
ピアノの音が響いていく

愛に焦がれて
何が悲しいというのだ
忘れ去られた
過去の記憶に苛まれて
僕はこのまま
悲哀に縋って生きるなら
喉を引き裂いて
這う鳥になって底に堕ちている

哀に溺れて
僕の感性が剥がれていく
赦されるならそばにいさせて
渇く言葉を
吐いたあなたの嘘にのまれて
銀の花を肌に纏い
美しく悲劇を演じて
肥えた殺意の模倣
憂いに濡れた花が枯れていく

奪われてしまうまえに
抉りとってしまえばいい
色気付いた支配欲で
私に教えてよ

奪われてしまうまえに
抉りとってしまえばいい
色気付いた支配欲で
私を殺してよ

Romanisation

shinitaku naranai you ni
yowasa o kusari de tsunaide iku
dare mo furezu kusatte iru
umi ni fukusei no garasu o nageta
hyouhaku shita sekai wa
tsumi dake ga ishiki o kaite iru
yume no naka de sae mo
boku wa akumu ni shihai sarete

ai ni mamirete
nani ga kanashii to iu no ka
hana ni mo narenai no
mijimesa dake ga afurete kite
boku wa kono mama
hiai ni sugatte ikiru no ka
iki mo dekinakute
akui no yoru ni tokete kiete iku

shakunetsu no eien ni
mizu o sashite wa kawaite iku
hisuterikku ni natte iru
kare no moumaku no hikari ga tojite
hyouhaku shita sekai de
batsu dake ga ishiki o kaite iru
yume no naka de sae mo
piano no oto ga hibiite iku

ai ni kogarete
nani ga kanashii to iu no da
wasuresarareta
kako no kioku ni sainamarete
boku wa kono mama
hiai ni sugatte ikiru nara
nodo o hikisaite
hau tori ni natte soko ni ochite iru

ai ni oborete
boku no kansei ga hagarete iku
yurusareru nara soba ni isasete
kawaku kotoba o
haita anata no uso ni nomarete
gin no hana o hada ni matoi
utsukushiku higeki o enjite
koeta satsui no mohou
urei ni nureta hana ga karete iku

ubawarete shimau mae ni
eguritotte shimaeba ii
iroke tsuita shihai yoku de
watashi ni oshiete yo

ubawarete shimau mae ni
eguritotte shimaeba ii
iroke tsuita shihai yoku de
watashi o koroshite yo

Translation

So I won’t want to die
I tie my weakness up in chains.
Untouched, it rots away.
I threw duplicating glass into the ocean.
This bleached world
is only lacking awareness of sins.
Even in my dreams
I am dominated by nightmares.

Dyed indigo,
what will they say is sad?
I can’t be like a flower.
Only misery flows forth.
Will I stay living like this,
clinging to my grief?
I can’t even breathe.
I melt and fade into this malicious night.

I water this scorching eternity
and it thirsts again.
I’m getting hysterical.
The light in your retinas shuts off.
In this bleached world
I only lack awareness of punishment.
Even in my dreams
the sound of a piano resounds.

I’m in love.
What will they say is sad about that?
I’m tormented by past memories
that have been long forgotten.
If I am to stay like this
and live while clinging to my grief,
I will tear out my throat
and become a flightless bird and fall to the bottom.

I drown in sorrow
and my sensitivity comes unstuck.
If it’s permitted, let me be by your side.
I was engulfed
by your lies, parched words that you spat out.
I wear silver flowers on my skin
and perform this tragedy beautifully.
This is a counterfeit of my swollen murderous impulses.
The flower wet with sorrow withers.

I should gouge it out
before it’s stolen away.
Teach me with the lust to control
born after sexual awakening.

I should gouge it out
before it’s stolen away.
Kill me with the lust to control
born after sexual awakening.