Incomprehensible feelings
to the point of being annoying
I embrace the problems
Which go around in circles
In an inorganic room
A lonely 777
Carrying out calculations
A lonely 777
Everyone, everyone does it
Putting on an understanding face
Having been trapped by common sense,
are we heading towards destruction?
The correct answer
Is always
A delicate sensitivity
Drowned out by
An ambiguous voice
Justice
Is always
In favour of the majority
An invention of the weak
who are eliminated
In order to hide weakness,
I'll form a transient personality
My real self was gone a long time ago
Acting out normalcy, becoming a bot
By blindly following rules, I'll become happy?
Next year's vogue is trenchcoats?
Everyone, everyone does it
Facing to the right
When we notice it,
the battle's in the middle of going into overtime
Life
Is always
What we make of it
There's nothing to be suspicious of
We're being domesticated
"Happiness is a scrap of paper after all."
So said the shepherd
It's got to match up
A roulette, 777
The minority dance
In an irregular waltz
The majority dance
In an abnormal rondo
The minority dance
In an irregular waltz
The majority dance
In an abnormal rondo
The minority dance
In an irregular waltz
A silent majority
In an abnormal rondo
The correct answer
Is always
Decided by you
Blot out
These habitual rules
"No matter who it is, everyone's the same."
So said the shepherd
We have to break out of
Our relative worth
The incomprehensible outsiders
Create an uncharted path
Without being confused,
isn't it good if people aren't all the same?
O Lost Sheep,
Go forth and change the future