I simply tumble straight down the sloped road
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If even that is "living", then it has a meaning
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In a vision error that sneaked in, the entire world is brimming with darkness
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My "delusion" reflects a tomorrow filled with rubble
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The thing that seems to grasp the meaning that was born
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Is negated by the black and whiteness...
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A disordered biography that doesn't know
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That the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt
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Because we'll reject the scenery
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That the ostentatious rule tacked up and painted on, we won't be lost anymore
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In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
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Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that
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What's killing life is just that gaze
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If the 'levels' of dimensions are constructed
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In accessing my depth psychology, the resonance toward invisible despair
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That my hands cannot reach even on my own is a "catharsis"
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In the pain of feeling superiority, the sheep become a flock
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And their fate preface is drawn
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The madness of even looking down and searching for a place called 'the sky'
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Where a voice that seems to scream turns into numbness
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The prophet's aphrodisiac is like a cheat code
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And it stimulates us, but we already know it
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It's not an illusion that turns into chaos, what's the meaning of life?
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Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that
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A disordered biography that doesn't know
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That the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt
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Because we'll reject the scenery
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That the ostentatious rule tacked up and painted on, we won't be lost anymore
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In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
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Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that
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