Fury

Streets clouded by desire, empty
Different pairs of customers
I know what I'm doing
No rise to fame, just unfortunate times
Gratitude

Arms crossed, pushing through the crowd, empty
Driven by desires, flying high
Did I pick it up?
Where's the charisma in the crowd at my feet?

Pretending to be a king behind the screen
Lies piled on lies in a hollow head
Everything is just a facade
I found you that day, and I hate you

Delusional, boasting, forced despair
Information control, same-sex alliance
Effective executioner, head of the judgment hall
Sing it out loud
Don't mess with the schoolyard, don't mess with the sky
You're so dead, so dead, so dead

Ghosts nonchalantly ruling, empty
Different pairs in the old district
I'd like to ask you
Spelling out with a finger that was there
A pretend song

Everyone lining up to the right
Even if you're a mysterious expert, let go of the lead
Next ride or left ahead
The panorama that scares you

Unexpected sexual dominance
World tilting, lies, manipulation
Certified complete crime
Trash that makes noise
There's only one thing I want to say
You're so dead, so dead, so dead
Rotting away
Today, overwhelming sexual urges
Information control, same-sex alliance
Regret, initial emotional decision, head of the judgment hall
Sing it out loud
Don't mess with the schoolyard, don't mess with the sky
You're so dead