A Phillips head screwdriver fits into my negative thoughts.

Maybe I’ll just give up...

Toward the other side of the brilliant light

I'd rather die a safe and comfortable death.

I’m obviously a failure. I’m not cute at all.

My family connections are all dea’d

You can’t do a thing about the past

Wara-wara-nin-nin, wara-nin-nin!

¹Each chorus lyrics begins with 2 kanji that are homophones with the first word likely for effect and unrelated to meaning

Confessing, crying, I let go of the lifeline

A dried-up, rotting veranda

Proclaiming one’s justice, I, Waraninja, am here to help!

Hey, listen, Akane-chan!

I have no interest in the value of life

I pierce myself with the question of “is this the right thing to do?”

I dream of being a bird that will never land.

The bitterness is eternal, forever an Aspie devouring asparagus

It abandons the double helices and goes deeper than genetic material.

“Yukari-chan’s so cute~!

I’ll kill all of you in eight seconds flat!!!!!!!

Leads me out of Naraka does not exist

Instinctive urges include the destructive feeling of true love.

Can't, can't go back 'cause we have friends (friends friends) in that world

My banknotes are disappearing by the minute.

I gave up without understanding. On my deathbed, I released the human sacrifices.

I'm gonna show you what mental health is

I’ll show this jerk!

What you wish for, the person you dream of, The past which you hate as well, they’re all as you’d like them to be

My fictional-seeming train of thought is obsessed with delusions.

The spider's thread stretching to the sky

Mismatched rhythms of heartbeats, unprovable contradictions.

At the bottom of my futon in the pitch dark

I thought there must have been a way past it while I was regretful and alone in my room.

That's why, forever suffering, staggering to decide

Rock bottom is just fine, proof is in the pudding!

The zoetrope of life fading

How many more years shall I be imprisoned in this life?

I’m lonely (You’re sad)

I’m an ugly kid who’s always taking a look back.

I decided to make my last, awful room my place of death. I hung myself.

And on top of that one of the other players was saying...

But knowing that...

A woodpecker pecking the red moon, The dilated pupils of an egoist

Let’s make together on the moon

Don’t you think about what you would have come true?

It abandons the double helices and goes deeper than genetic material.

Apparently, if there’s a bad guy… He’ll finish them off!

Curse them, curse them, curse them to death; hypocrisy’s justice has been torn to shreds.

HeII is tomorrow and after that too, an Aspie singing a gospel

I've been reduced to a poor penniless soul