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ギュッと握られた心臓　飲み干して
ツミキに足掛け　見下ろしている
いつか見た事あったドラマ　真似てさ
懺悔にシスター　亡羊を待ってる

哀　虚　摂取　道徳
判定　罪(クライム)倫理　決行

瞬間の美学を説いた君はダレ？

解読不能の終演　喜劇を捩じ込む評判
Wow Oh　真相を蹴っ飛ばして

言葉に溶けあう逆説　ポップに彩る十三段
Wow Oh　もっと　昂る狂気の種

後はご自由に
知ったこっちゃないや
後はご自由に

何度やるつもりだ　最後の晩餐
スプーンフォーク持って涎垂らして
ずっと溜め込んだ本能　爆破させてさ
転がった残飯　賑わう群小

正典を手に取って、マガイモノは排除して
快楽を分かち合うのは“愛”でしょうか

救済を押し付けた
紅く染まるこの手で触れて良いかな

渇きに飢えた中毒者　嘘だと信じた事実
Wow Oh　愛憎をかき混ぜて

宴で埋もれた少女の祝歌(キャロル)結局僕ら無法な英雄
Wow Oh　正義は誰も止められない

もういっそ全部無くなってしまえ

解読不能の終演　喜劇を捩じ込む評判
Wow Oh　真相を蹴っ飛ばして

言葉に溶けあう逆説　ポップに彩る十三段
Wow Oh　もっと　昂る狂気の種

後はご自由に
知ったこっちゃないや
後はご自由に

Gyutto nigirareta shinzou nomihoshite
Tsumiki ni ashikake mishioroshite iru
Itsuka mita koto atta dorama manete sa
Zange ni shisutaa bouyou o matteru

Ai kyo sesshu doutoku
Hantei kuraimu rinri kekkou

Shunkan no bigaku o toita kimi wa dare?

Kaidoku funou no endo rooru kigeki o nejikomu hyouban
Wow Oh shinsou o kettobashite

Kotoba ni tokeau paradokkusu poppu ni irodoru juusandan
Wow Oh motto takaburu kyouki no tane

Ato wa go-jiyuu ni
Shitta koccha nai ya
Ato wa go jiyuu ni

Nando yaru tsumori da saigo no bansan
Supuun fooku motte yodare tarashite
Zutto tamekonda honnou bakuha sasete sa
Korogatta zampan nigiwau gunshou

Seiten o te ni totte, magaimono wa haijo shite
Kairaku o wakachiau no wa “ai” deshou ka

Kyuusai o oshitsuketa
Akaku somaru kono te de furete ii kana

Kawaki ni ueta chuudokusha uso da to shinjita nonfikushon
Wow Oh aizou o kakimazete

Utage de umoreta shoujo no kyaroru kekkyoku bokura muhou na eiyuu
Wow Oh seigi wa dare mo tomerarenai

Mou isso zenbu nakunatte shimae

Kaidoku funou no endo rooru kigeki o nejikomu hyouban
Wow Oh shinsou o kettobashite

Kotoba ni tokeau paradokkusu poppu ni irodoru juusandan
Wow Oh motto takaburu kyouki no tane

Ato wa go-jiyuu ni
Shitta koccha nai ya
Ato wa go-jiyuu ni

You drink from my constricted heart
looking down from my building blocks.
You’re copying some TV drama you once saw.
Repent, sister. You’re waiting for your lost sheep.

Sorrow, emptiness, absorption, morals.
Judgement, crime, ethics, action.

You preached momentary aesthetics. Who are you?

They say the end of this comedy is indecipherable.
Wow oh. Kick the truth away.

The paradox melts into words. The gallows have a pop palette.
Wow oh. The seeds of madness are stirring.

Do what you want now.
I don’t care.
Do what you want now.

How often do you plan to hold the Last Supper?
You’re drooling with spoon and fork in hand.
I’ll make the instincts you’ve been saving up explode.
The small fry mass over fallen leftovers.

Is it truly love to take your Bible in hand,
purge the frauds and share pleasure with each other?

I wonder if I can touch you
with my hands, dyed crimson, that forced salvation on others.

The addict, craving their next hit, believed non-fiction was a lie.
Wow oh. Their preferences are all mixed up.

With the carol of the girl buried at the festival in mind, we’re just lawless heroes.
Wow oh. Nobody can stop justice.

Everything should just disappear.

They say the end of this comedy is indecipherable.
Wow oh. Kick the truth away.

The paradox melts into words. The gallows have a pop palette.
Wow oh. The seeds of madness are stirring.

Do what you want now.
I don’t care.
Do what you want now.