Sacrifice
Mafumafu
Sacrifice
Endless lines of sorrow
A chain of snatching
Where will the final act be seen?
The scales entrusted with life accept presumed innocence
Both that justice and the valiant
Have become unwanted goods
Why
Why
Why
With these hands
I can't touch such a small heart skillfully
Twisted fate has wings of numerous taboos
The desired wind stops, hands
Turn over and become sins
It's karma for a street executioner to defy fate in the hair
Even if it's a future without madness, it's staked on character
Why don't you call my name
The hieroglyph still burns on
Continuing the worthless dream, aiming for that hill
We were supposed to be able to laugh
Today is a day of doubt, locking up suspicions
Without being able to hit the nail with a bomb
Somewhere, I made a mistake
Why
Why
Why
These hands only take away
Without even soothing
The sky remembered wings as gray as memories
As compensation for stolen glances
I can no longer be myself
It's the atonement and reincarnation I once had
I can't touch happiness with these hands, even if it doesn't go away
Why did I meet you
The smoke burns at my throat
Holding onto so many shoes
I realized there is no meaning in being born
Washing away the bloodstained arrogance with blood
I realized there is no meaning in being born
Unable to save anything
Yet carrying only crosses
I realized I can't become anyone
The gallows are beckoning with laughter
Defeated by a twisted fate, temporary dyed wings
The desired wind stops, hands
Turn over and become sins
It's karma for a street executioner to defy fate in the hair
Even if it's a future without madness, it's staked on character
Why don't you call my name
The hieroglyph still burns on