熱異常 (Heat Abnormal)

"Repeating with dead variables
The heat that counting brings
With nowhere to send it
I’m jotting down my pitiful monologue

Like a jolt of electricity
Fear mixes in my veins
Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles
A black sickle is following me
No matter how much I erase, no matter how much I erase
No matter how much I erase, no matter how much I erase
No matter how much I erase, no matter how much I erase
No matter how much I erase, no matter how much I erase
It won’t go away
My throat has long been crushed
The sound of my scream no longer forms a line
On the armchair
A rotting crescent moon is laughing

Already
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
Something is coming

After crying out loud
People set fire to the flag of salvation
Kissing the collection
Skeletons willingly confined in coffins
Again
Something’s off, something’s off
Something’s off, something’s off
Something’s off, something’s off
Something’s off, something’s off
They whispered
If there were an ideal world where everyone
Could be saved forever
The adults who all said the same thing
Boarded a boat that exploded
The black stars, the black stars
The black stars, the black stars
The black stars, the black stars
The black stars, the black stars
Are watching them

The crying flash pierces my eyes
The farewell bell tolls
The answer that history made by God
Tastes like sand
Repeating with dead variables
The heat that counting brings
I’m questioning a star
Colored like someone’s clear eyes

The crying flash pierces my eyes
The farewell bell tolls
The answer that history made by God
Tastes like sand
Repeating with dead variables
The heat that counting brings
I’m questioning a star
Colored like someone’s clear eyes

Repeating with dead variables
The heat that counting brings
With nowhere to send it
I’m jotting down my pitiful monologue

Repeating with dead variables
The heat that counting brings
With nowhere to send it
I’m jotting down my pitiful monologue

If we could hold hands
And love each other
Finally killing the dreams that never came true
The remnants of thought
In its core, a heat abnormal is happening
This isn’t reality
This isn’t
This isn’t reality
This isn’t
This isn’t reality
This isn’t
This isn’t reality
This isn’t
I can’t take it
My throat has long been crushed
The sound of my scream no longer forms a line
On the armchair
A rotting crescent moon is laughing

Already
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
It’s so close, it’s so close
Something is coming"