Even if the world is a big panic
It's useless even if there's many clinics
Aimlessly the crowd runs
A blanket
of media sleeping in a net
Everyone, that password
Brandishing over one's head, yelling
THis type of chaos until
doomsday
Even if it's hate, the overflowing signal
With injured meaning, turning towards the back
Even though it's not likely, hysterically
Confidential proof with
the proof of a person
Fist fight, sound eachother out, Pledged love,
Time, in a parallel world
Channeling too many
choices
In a universe like this, even cuts
Even if the grief's hidden, I think the journey's begun
The coiled cord of thrill
Even if it's shaken and untangled, it doesn't snap
Springing out near the ear, E.O
Continuing
to be thrown in
No matter where you go, Happy is the best
Hippys that resemble pinochio are emotional warriors
Crying people, at
the attraction
Drunk at last, senses are becoming blunt
Is the world a data bank?
With sadness, am I still a punk?
A
tank of piled up history or something
Saying 'minor neglect', in the extreme west Bom
Even a kind-looking Fascist
Even the taken advantage of loneliness
After all, what do you think a narcissist is
There
is a lot of guilt in words
With a shift of conspiracy
Outside the mosquito net, the wind is also quiet
Multiple "I"
is the source of love
This brain/memory isn't myself
These nerves/sensitivities aren't either
This 'No' isn't myself, E.O
I'll use
my voice
The world isn't myself
The age is now calling out
That wish is not myself, E.O
I can hear the voice
This brain/memory isn't myself
These nerves/sensitivities aren't either
This 'No' isn't myself, E.O
I'll use
my voice
