Canary

Deep in the depths, one step closer to the center of gravity
Asking for correctness, Sunday manners
I want to live with my eyes closed, but there's no room for ease
The usual contradictions, fight again

Breaking down with my own words
Empty like the blowing wind, flowing
What remains?

A canary cage covered in dust
It's a common past of tears
No matter how beautifully I cried
The true voice can't be heard
I'm a hoarse canary

Who will be blamed when the desire touches?
Spitting on the stopped earth
I hate the noise that can be heard even with ears closed
Sing a song until my throat dries

Abandoned ideals and illusions
Unable to chase away the fading shadows
What can be seen?

The definite answer is a canary cage
Very fragile hidden scars
Even if it's an unrequited love
I only offer a substitute voice
I can't sing, canary, ah
My voice to you for love and hate, yeah?

The stopped clock's second hand
Carving the present, still carving the present
Only regret remains unchanged
Always ending and realizing

A canary cage covered in dust
It's a common past of tears
No matter how beautifully I cried
The true voice can't be heard
I'm a hoarse canary, ah
Can't sing
I feel like I want to break