SleepySept
Member
- Nov 7, 2023
- 61
favorite song from this artist!
"If I can't merely be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears,
Rushing recklessly without direction,
Stepping away from the main track,
Isn't that truly healthy?
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
The purple flowers hold
A cough-like sense of justice,
The despised weeds,
As if swallowing that deception whole,
Forgetting oneself, thriving roots,
Crawling in the soil,
These hands uprooting everything without exception,
Who would rejoice in that?
If I can't just be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears and recklessly rushing without direction,
Stepping away from the main track, isn't that truly healthy?
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
The lukewarm rain extends endlessly,
Ruthlessly raising discomfort levels,
A red crane outside the window,
Isn't that me without support?
From there, nothing can break free,
Something that isn't born,
Words can already be lined up on the wet floor,
Fighting quietly alone.
To not allow this world to speak,
Without making a sound, somehow not touching,
Not light, not darkness,
Continuing calmly in a certain form,
Definitely shifting away,
Not rushing through,
Certainly not escaping.
Perhaps the seed of the ultimate truth
Won't be unearthed,
Buried deep underground,
Knock on the door, sometimes fiercely,
Flashing alternately and eventually disappearing,
Is that anger?
Or is it the frustration of not being able to control even emotions?
The slight fever throughout the body doesn't cool,
Even if left forgotten in an abandoned house,
Because I want to leave my own mark.
If I can't merely be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears,
Rushing recklessly without direction,
Stepping away... from the main track."
"If I can't merely be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears,
Rushing recklessly without direction,
Stepping away from the main track,
Isn't that truly healthy?
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
The purple flowers hold
A cough-like sense of justice,
The despised weeds,
As if swallowing that deception whole,
Forgetting oneself, thriving roots,
Crawling in the soil,
These hands uprooting everything without exception,
Who would rejoice in that?
If I can't just be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears and recklessly rushing without direction,
Stepping away from the main track, isn't that truly healthy?
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
I'll try to keep in contact with you.
The lukewarm rain extends endlessly,
Ruthlessly raising discomfort levels,
A red crane outside the window,
Isn't that me without support?
From there, nothing can break free,
Something that isn't born,
Words can already be lined up on the wet floor,
Fighting quietly alone.
To not allow this world to speak,
Without making a sound, somehow not touching,
Not light, not darkness,
Continuing calmly in a certain form,
Definitely shifting away,
Not rushing through,
Certainly not escaping.
Perhaps the seed of the ultimate truth
Won't be unearthed,
Buried deep underground,
Knock on the door, sometimes fiercely,
Flashing alternately and eventually disappearing,
Is that anger?
Or is it the frustration of not being able to control even emotions?
The slight fever throughout the body doesn't cool,
Even if left forgotten in an abandoned house,
Because I want to leave my own mark.
If I can't merely be a loser in this world,
Plugging both ears,
Rushing recklessly without direction,
Stepping away... from the main track."
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