I start over with a dead variable
Counting them made my temperature rise
With nowhere to send it to,
I write down a pitiful soliloquy

Almost like an electric shock,
The fear mixes with the blood in my veins
From beyond the thick smoke of particulates,
A black chain-sickle follows me along
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
Even if I eliminate it,
It won't go away

My throat has long since been swollen
The sounds I screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense
Above the armchair,
A rotten crescent moon is laughing
Now
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
To where it is

The people that set fire to the flag of salvation
After crying in a loud voice
And the skeletons that kiss their collections
Then resign, shutting themselves in coffins
Say again,
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
"There's something wrong with me"
In a whisper

"If only there were an eternal paradise
Where everyone could be saved"
All the adults chanting the same song
Had burst the ark they boarded on open
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
Are looking at them

A howling ray of light pierces my eyes
The bells of parting toll
The answer born out of the history built by God
Tastes like sand

I start over with a dead variable
Counting them made my temperature rise
I ask a question to the stars
The same color as someone's clear eyes

The sadness, threatening to overwhelm,
Eventually flows down and becomes salt
Prayers, pain, sympathy, even pity,
Get priced before long
Even if I turn my back now,
Even if I turn my back,
Even if I turn my back,
Even if I turn my back,
Even if I turn my back,
Even if I turn my back,
Even if I turn my back,
I can clearly hear their screams

The fish that advises
That there's virtue in letting go of happiness
Swims in the sea of self-consciousness
The smell of discharged blood permeates the air
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
The black stars
Are looking at me

Ah~

I start over with a dead variable
Counting them made my temperature rise
With nowhere to send it to,
I write down a pitiful soliloquy

The crying cells return to the sea
The grumblings refuse to leave
The ashen clouds are coming,
As though following the tracks a swallow once drew

I beg for a tomorrow with a knit-together honor
My hands became sullied with hope
I ask a question to the stars
The same color as your clear eyes

After we hold hands and love one another,
I'll kill the dreams I could never fulfill
As my thoughts begin to cease
A thermal anomaly appears inside my very core
It can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be real
This can't be real
This is unbearable

My throat has long since been swollen
The sounds I screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense
Above the armchair,
A rotten crescent moon is laughing
Now
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
Something's coming
To where it is

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Pub: 09 Jun 2025 08:27 UTC

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