弱虫/もののけ連合
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lyric(Japanese)
かけがえのない宝物
いつの間にか凶器と化す
｢せい｣ではなく｢おかげ｣にしましょう
演出
創られた傷は皺に
愛する＝支配される
滑稽な自縄自縛
人の為に曝けた顔
｢偽物｣
｢死にたい｣上手く死ねない
手の皺を合わせて
幸せになってね
｢おやすみ｣
振り出しにおかえり
皆んな皆んな消えて逝く
まわるまわる世界
僕だけ別軸で傾いているような気がしていたよ
めぐりめぐるものに気付かず足を踏み入れることなく死にたい
間違いのはじまりに気付かないフリ
ブレーキをかけてくれていた｢ソレ｣はとっくに壊れた上に焼失した
怖いものなんてなかったはずなんだけど
僕は本当に僕が怖い
拵えたお飯事(ルール)に気を取られて忘れた死角
まわるまわる世界
僕だけ別軸で傾いているような気がしていたよ
のらりくらり流れ消えてく たらい回しされた幸せが
縦と横と斜めと前にも後ろにも
嘘っぱちの杓子定規
笑える
移ろいゆく街並み 幸せの形
普通に…？
ただ｢普通｣を知らない
交わる＝依存される
盧生の夢見る虚勢
1にもなれずに千切れる
｢玉の緒｣
｢生きたい｣上手く歩けない
空を切り血を流す
エテ公扱い流行りの世に
｢さよなら｣
大きな逸脱も人に倣えど前には倣えず
怖いものなんてなくならない 消えやしないんだ
大切なもの手に入れること
まわるまわる世界
僕だけ別軸で傾いているような気がしていたよ
空の宝箱を抱えてまだ過去を生きる
｢僕は何も守れない｣
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lyric(English)
Irreplaceable treasures
Before you know it, they turn into weapons.
Let's make it "thanks to" instead of "because of."
The wounds you create turn into wrinkles.
To love = to be controlled.
A ridiculous self-imposed prison.
The face exposed for the sake of others, "Fake."
"I want to die" but can't die well.
I press my palms together, wishing for your happiness.
"Good night."
Back to the starting point, everyone, everyone, disappears.
The world keeps spinning.
I felt like I was tilting on a different axis, all alone.
Not realizing the cycles, I just wanted to die without ever stepping in.
Pretending not to notice the beginning of the mistakes.
The "something" that used to brake me was long since broken and burned.
I wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything.
But I'm truly terrified of myself.
Distracted by the made-up rules, I forgot the blind spots.
The world keeps spinning.
I felt like I was tilting on a different axis, all alone.
The flowing, vanishing happiness tossed around like a hand-me-down.
Vertically, horizontally, diagonally, forwards, and backwards.
A false, rigid standard. It's laughable.
The ever-changing cityscape, the shape of happiness.
Ordinary...? I just don't know what "ordinary" is.
To intersect = to be depended upon.
The dream of Lusheng, a boastful pretense.
Not even becoming one, torn apart, "the jeweled string."
"I want to live" but can't walk well.
Cutting through the air, bleeding.
In this trend-following world that treats me like a monkey,
"Goodbye."
Even in great deviations, I follow people but can never follow the front.
Fear never goes away. It never disappears.
The act of obtaining something precious.
The world keeps spinning.
I felt like I was tilting on a different axis, all alone.
Still living in the past, clinging to an empty treasure box.
"I can't protect anything."
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作詞 薬屋光ﾟ(丸山直流)
作曲 薬屋光ﾟ(丸山直流), お菊(吐き溜め)
編曲 薬屋光ﾟ(丸山直流), NAO