Nobody believes you.
Marbleの壁は高く
泥に塗れていたよ
殴りつけられたような
痛みが俺を離さねぇ
大量に零れたImperfection
完全に飲まれたExpression
I who sings black again.
I who dyes black again.
何度も頭を潰すInsult
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
未だ見えねぇ行方知れずの物
纏わせたのは全て上辺だけ
売り飛ばされたのは思想の偽造
凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
目に映る答えを描く
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
黒き日は今も褪せぬまま…
A prosecute.
Your luck will run out someday.
Hatred to you is a proper act.
流れた欠陷と無表情と無力
時が忘却に飢えても
忘れる事はしない
You are the same as a leech
which sucks blood to live.
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
未だ見えねぇ行方知れずの物
纏わせたのは全て上辺だけ
売り飛ばされたのは思想の偽造
凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
目に映る答えが消える
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
黒き日を葬る無意味さに
I felt humiliation
美しき静寂が悲しげに
揺れてる目を塞ぐ事さえ罪
A prosecute. Your luck will
run out someday.
Can you hear the counting
song of pain? The president.
You are the same as a leech
which sucks blood to live.
Marbleの壁は高く
泥に塗れていたよ
殴りつけられたような
痛みが俺を離さねぇ
大量に零れたImperfection
完全に飲まれたExpression
I who sings black again.
I who dyes black again.
何度も頭を潰すInsult
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
未だ見えねぇ行方知れずの物
纏わせたのは全て上辺だけ
売り飛ばされたのは思想の偽造
凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
目に映る答えを描く
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
黒き日は今も褪せぬまま…
A prosecute.
Your luck will run out someday.
Hatred to you is a proper act.
流れた欠陷と無表情と無力
時が忘却に飢えても
忘れる事はしない
You are the same as a leech
which sucks blood to live.
Let's send a gallows in the
last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
未だ見えねぇ行方知れずの物
纏わせたのは全て上辺だけ
売り飛ばされたのは思想の偽造
凝りもせずまた寄って来やがる
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
目に映る答えが消える
Can you hear the counting
song of pain?
The president.
黒き日を葬る無意味さに
I felt humiliation
美しき静寂が悲しげに
揺れてる目を塞ぐ事さえ罪
A prosecute. Your luck will
run out someday.
Can you hear the counting
song of pain? The president.
You are the same as a leech
which sucks blood to live.