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Nchirogi
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Vocals: GUMI
Lyrics: 菩化鳥 (Vokedori)
Composed by: 菩化鳥 (Vokedori)
Upload date: 23 June 2012
Requested by: Pingo
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There’s a lot of wordplay in this song. I particularly like how they use the word ‘Toy’ in place of 問い (toi, question).
歌詞
非公開言語
点と線の鈍速冷凍
解凍夢中ステーション
感情線ガイド考査点の色
不透明グラデーション
傾く斜め
機嫌取るジェントル
恥じらう体温解除エラー
応答願うＤＮＡ応答願う
片目で転がす
好きがあるガール
空回る恋深刻なエラー
ハニカムLOVEスターダム
キラキラkiller
最初のsyndrome
息が息が息が
うまく吸えないほど吸いこまれる
息が息が息が
うまく吸えないよ
しぼんでしまいそう
もう手を離していいの？
まんまと洗脳
ご覧この現状
他意識過剰の平行戦場
Answer＝「怪盗」
「Toy」＝Question
抵抗×無抵抗
抵抗×無抵抗
あんたの才能
さっさと配合
大渋滞の延長線上
悪魔の幻聴
土壇場のエンドロール
面倒臭え堕とせ
言えない秘密は癒えないよ
知らない言葉でお喋りしたくて
消えない歪は見えないよ
柵のなかで口パクの合図送るよ
ヒラヒラhealer
最後のsymptom
息が息が息が
うまく吸えちゃうほど吹きこまれる
息が息が息が
うまく吸えちゃうよ
膨らんでしまいそう
もう手を離していいよ。
エゴイスチック仰け反ってチーク
もっと教えて地行く知育
片袖敷く不埒クラシック
人差し指でシーク飼育
ペシミスティックなんてロマンティック
左に舞われティックタック
ぶれる視界
君が二人
首で身体でダンスダンス
まんまと洗脳
ご覧この現状
他意識過剰の平行戦場
Answer＝「怪盗」
「Toy」＝Question
抵抗×無抵抗
抵抗×無抵抗
あんたの才能
さっさと配合
大渋滞の延長線上
悪魔の幻聴
土壇場のエンドロール
面倒臭え堕とせ
面倒臭えとかね
Romanisation
hikoukai gengo
ten to sen no donsoku reitou
kaitou muchuu suteeshon
kanjousen gaido kousaten no iro
futoumei guradeeshon
katamuku naname
kigen toru jentoru
hajirau taion kaijo eraa
outou negau DNA outou negau
katame de korogasu
suki ga aru gaaru
karamawaru koi shinkokuna eraa
hanikamu LOVE sutaadamu
kira kira killer
saisho no syndrome
iki ga iki ga iki ga
umaku suenai hodo suikomareru
iki ga iki ga iki ga
umaku suenai yo
shibonde shimaisou
mou te o hanashite ii no?
manmato sennou
goran kono genjou
ta ishiki kajou no heikou senjou
Answer wa “kaitou”
“Toy” wa Question
teikou muteikou
teikou muteikou
anta no sainou
sassato haigou
dai juutai no enchousen jou
akuma no genchou
dotanba no endorooru
mendoukusae kuzusutose
ienai himitsu wa ienai yo
shiranai kotoba de oshaberi shitakute
kienai ibitsu wa mienai yo
shigarami no naka de kuchi paku no aizu okuru yo
hira hira healer
saigo no symptom
iki ga iki ga iki ga
umaku suechau hodo fuki komareru
iki ga iki ga iki ga
umaku suechau yo
fukurande shimaisou
mou te o hanashite ii yo.
egoisuchikku nokezotte chiiku
motto oshiete chi iku chiiku
kata sode shiku furachi kurashikku
hitosashiyubi de shiiku shiiku
peshimisutikku nante romantikku
hidari ni maware tikku takku
bureru shikai
kimi ga futari
kubi de karada de dansu dansu
manmato sennou
goran kono genjou
ta ishiki kajou no heikou senjou
Answer wa “kaitou”
“Toy” wa Question
teikou muteikou
teikou muteikou
anta no sainou
sassato haigou
dai juutai no enchousen jou
akuma no genchou
dotanba no endorooru
mendoukusee otose
mendoukusee to ka ne
Translation
A secret language,
a slow freeze of dots and lines
and a thawing trance station.
The colour of the emotion line’s guidepoint
is an invisible gradation.
I’m on a tilted slope.
I humour them. Gently now.
I blush. My temperature lifts the error message.
Please respond. DNA. Please respond.
The girl has someone she loves.
I roll her over with one eye closed.
Fruitless love is a grave error.
Honeycomb LOVE stardom.
A sparkling killer.
The first syndrome.
I’m sucked in so much
I can’t suck in enough air.
I can’t suck in
my air that well.
I’m gonna shrivel up.
Can I let go?
I’m utterly brainwashed,
just take a look at me.
It’s an even battlefield of hyperactive imaginations.
The answer is phantom thief.
Toy is the question.
Resistance x non-resistance.
Resistance x non-resistance.
This is your talent.
Don’t hesitate, mix it all together.
There’s an extension of congestion,
a demon’s hallucinatory noise.
The end credits come at the eleventh hour.
How annoying. Drop dead.
The secret I can’t say can’t heal.
I want to chat using unknown words.
I can’t see the distortion that won’t vanish.
In chains, I’ll mouth a sign at you.
A fluttering healer.
The final symptom.
The better I suck air in
the more I’m sucked in.
I’m sucking in
my air so well.
I’m gonna swell up.
C’mon, you can let go.
I’m egoistic, and I throw back my cheeks.
Tell me more, this training is going to ground.
As a lawless classic, I spread my sleeve
and with my forefinger I seek good breeding.
Being pessimistic is so romantic.
Made to dance at my left, tick tock.
My vision is blurry.
There’s two of you
and with your neck, your body, you dance and dance.
I’m utterly brainwashed,
just take a look at me.
It’s an even battlefield of hyperactive imaginations.
The answer is phantom thief.
Toy is the question.
Resistance x non-resistance.
Resistance x non-resistance.
This is your talent.
Don’t hesitate, mix it all together.
There’s an extension of congestion,
a demon’s hallucinatory noise.
The end credits come at the eleventh hour.
How annoying. Drop dead.
What a pain, and stuff like that.
Releska 
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