When you lean into the undercurrent
                                            And turn the curve once again
                                            You seem to fall into the drain
                                            What do you see? What's echoing? Answer me
                                            
                                            The city is vinyl 
                                            Everyday is on the needle, scratching it and making noise
                                            I'm in the background 
                                            To you, I am just a garbage disposal after all
                                            
                                            The mysterious rhythm that can't be unresolved by reasoning 
                                            I am fed up, Get used to it.
                                            I am outlined by the city...I hate it
                                            
                                            Memories of mistakes
                                            Good morning, sky who's tired of being cloudy
                                            Beyond the perspectives that don't mix
                                            Can you get there? 
                                            
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                                            You can play the fool (uncool) or be ambiguous, but 
                                            Waste is produced so quickly,  like exhaust gas or CO2, 
                                            For real, life is in automatic mode,  Communication is based on acting ability. (Hold On) 
                                            You can't learn who you are in school,  like this anime reference.
                                            
                                            Go through the ghost tunnel, you have enough for the day
                                            If you look around you, you'll see, cynical, old acquaintance. Give back my money.
                                            
                                            Swing and fall out
                                            An open seam gets bigger
                                            It's like a dead end! 
                                            We are stuck
                                            Not being able to knock 
                                            
                                            Memories of mistakes
                                            In the supposedly familiar scenery
                                            There's something missing
                                            The reason for the perspectives that don't mix
                                            Can you remember?