世界五分後神話 || The 5 Minute Mythology

歌詞

無数の　偽証に
縋り付いてまで
感情の　砂漠を
抜け出せない淘汰

足掻けば足掻く程
五分前の僕が
後悔の　轍に
呑み込まれていく様だ

ほつれた世界
抗えずに
たゆたう境界を
見つめて

無償の 曖昧が
蔓延る斜界は
無常の 光が
ただ嘲笑う様だ

足掻けば足掻く程
五分前の君が
後悔の　轍に
呑み込まれていく様だ

呑み込まれてく終焉を

空拍越しの眼差しが　彩る世界は
少年が刻む未来に 君をかすめる
繰り返す理不尽の刃が欺くリアルは
創造しくも 在るが儘 音を象る

瓦礫の　花が
囁く現想は
流星の　俯瞰が
黄昏と歌うようだ

足掻けば足掻く程
五分前の淘汰
後悔の　轍に
呑み込まれていく様だ

再世

空拍越しの眼差しが　彩る世界は
少年が刻む未来に　君を重ねる
繰り返す理不尽の果て 欺き世界は
創造しくも在るが儘 音を象る

空拍越しの眼差しが　彩る世界は
君が刻む未来に　誰を重ねる?
少年が叫ぶ刹那を 唄い続ける

Romanisation

musuu no gishou ni
sugari tsuite made
kanjou no sabaku o
nukedasenai touta

agakeba agaku hodo
gofun mae no boku ga
koukai no wadachi ni
nomikomarete iku you da

hotsureta sekai
aragaezu ni
tayutau kyoukai o
mitsumete

mushou no aimai ga
habikoru shakai wa
mujou no hikari ga
tada azawarau you da

agakeba agaku hodo
gofun mae no kimi ga
koukai no wadachi ni
nomikomarete iku you da

nomikomareteku shuuen o

kuuhaku-goshi no manazashi ga irodoru sekai wa
shounen ga kizamu mirai ni kimi o kasumeru
kurikaesu rifujin no ha ga azamuku riaru wa
souzoushiku mo aru ga mama oto o katadoru

gareki no hana ga
sasayaku gensou wa
ryuusei no fukan ga
tasogare to utau you da

agakeba agaku hodo
gofun mae no touta
koukai no wadachi ni
nomikomarete iku you da

saisei

kuuhaku-goshi no manazashi ga irodoru sekai wa
shounen ga kizamu mirai ni kimi o kasaneru
kurikaesu rifujin no hate azamuki sekai wa
souzou shiku mo aru ga mama oto o katadoru

kuuhaku-goshi no manazashi ga irodoru sekai wa
kimi ga kizamu mirai ni dare o kasaneru?
shounen ga sakebu setsuna o utai tsudzukeru

Translation

You can’t escape from the culling,
from this emotional desert,
until you cling to
countless perjuries.

The more I struggle
the more my self from five minutes ago
seems to be engulfed
in a rut of regret.

I cannot resist
this frayed world.
I stare at the boundary
as it flickers.

Unconditional ambiguity
runs rampant in the slanted world.
Transient light
seems to sneer.

The more you struggle
the more your self from five minutes ago
seems to be engulfed
in a rut of regret.

I’m engulfed by my demise.

I gaze beyond the void and it colours the world.
The boy records the future, which brushes past you.
Blades of repeating irrationality trick reality
which seems creative, but in truth imitates sound.

The rubbish flower
murmurs of real feelings.
The meteor’s outlook
seems to sing of twilight.

The more it struggles
the more the culling from five minutes ago
seems to be engulfed
in a rut of regret.

Rebirth.

I gaze beyond the void and it colours the world.
The boy records the future and pictures you there.
After countless irrationalities, the deluded world
seems creative, but in truth imitates sound.

I gaze beyond the void and it colours the world.
You record the future, but who do you picture there?
I continue to sing of the moment the boy screamed.