Well, I’m such a genius right?

Move from point to point, polyhedron net! Expand and spread, polyhedron net!

Surely you don’t want to suffer anymore

Is the subject who's never had enough, no matter how much you cut, tear, stab, or kill.

and I couldn’t grant you enough happiness.

Ah, issues keep piling up, this vessel's reached its limit.

The idol's most battle-ready forces are the eyes of someone who's always watching.

Falling back to hell

Are not even similar to chick-sorting.

Splish splash splish splash, splashing in the puddles

The full moon from a morning fried egg.

People and cats fall asleep

It won’t come true if you don’t pay the toll

Still, take me out of here

Underneath the pitch-black sky at night

To stop the pain from continuing

I'm familiar with the story that when corpse aren't in the earth

I've been reduced to a poor penniless soul

I get it!

Scum, lowest of the low, floating in the middle of brain soup, what a problem oh no

A life full of regrets, Saying goodbye to the days I couldn't change.

The unwanted egg lost their way, And even their jumbled head was cracked in the end.

That's why, forever suffering, staggering to decide

Scum, lowest of the low, floating in the middle of brain soup, what a problem oh no

Eradicate them all!

If I will die one day anyway

All I can do going forward is fulfill the agreement I had made so long ago.

Even though my advancing feet are still trembling, Talking about being afraid of the sound of my heart

Malice, murderous intent, envy, resentment, hatred, all transform into spirits of the mountains and forests.

Everyone's umbrellas paint the ground

A test subject scattered in despair.

I want to take a step forward but I keep getting dragged the other way.

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

The bitterness is eternal, forever an Aspie devouring asparagus

Let’s dance from the cracked ovary!

Boom! I smashed it! Paaparirappappa. The nuke we let slip away has disappeared into space.

Yesterday and today, things remain stagnant.

It would be nicer to go to heaven, right?

Squashed by a huge plastic tank, Kanchiru Gotan⁴ cried

The mental struggle of Monday is like climbing Everest in reverse!

A passport to the afterlife.

On top of the land we struggle with the fishes that can't go back to the earth

I ended up having a bad dream It was a bad dream

I want to forget my rotten blood and my heart

(I get it)

I don't want to commit suicide, that'd be too painful.

The zoetrope of life fading

Loneliness is today and in the future, an Aspie² boiling asparagus³

Is the subject who's never had enough, no matter how much you cut, tear, stab, or kill.

Absolutely.