サントラ (santora) (feat. Creepy Nuts)

Worries, secrets, my own matters, all hidden
Worries, secrets, swallowed, work with a smile
Covering up the visible lies, hiding the thoughts
Lost things, laughing matters, becoming someone else

Asking the masked ones, struggling for some reason
Wrong things, bad things, stirred up, deep down, stopping
Weaving the threads of many things, finally passing on one
Even words, meaningless movements, conveying everything
A job to justify oneself, a job to exaggerate oneself

Ignoring many people's opinions
A job to acknowledge oneself
A job to let go, a job to make laugh
The reflection you see, piling up on its own
Feelings beyond words, not revealing anything

Like a movie-like upbringing
Even if it's not a dramatic past
Illuminate it brightly
Ordinary circumstances
This life is a made-up story
You have to draw it with your own hands
To that day, to the fabricated, empty exterior
The story that catches up

If you hold a pen, grab a microphone
Once you drop the needle on the groove
If you raise the curtain, stand on the stage
When the camera rolls, when the start is given
I'm the strongest, the simplest, the most honest
Beyond extraordinary, delicate, balanced
Until the drawer is empty
Keep giving and giving, never getting tired
Exposing the insides of the heart and body
Laughing at oneself countless times
From the neck brace, peace, one love

Will you acknowledge someone like me?
Will the me from that time fall for it?
Will it quickly fade away and disappear?
Will it silently wither away?

At twenty-six, after a little hesitation, I close my eyes and sleep
At twenty-seven, in the early morning, I wake up again without anything happening
A day when friends went far away
A day when the target moved
From the stage above, from beyond the screen
Whispering with this mouth: How are you? What's up?

Raising your voice, shaking your shoulders
Opening your eyes, igniting the flame
Stirring it up raw
Your own way of living
If you don't see any dreams, you won't be satisfied
Still, you have to keep struggling like this
To that day, beyond the torn veil
Carving out this divide

Life camera, many nights
Many scenes, many cuts
Life camera, many mornings
Many lies and many facts

Life camera, many eyes
If you reach the end, many waits
Life camera, many ears
Action from one piece of skin

Like a movie-like upbringing
Even if it's not a dramatic past
Illuminate it brightly
Ordinary circumstances
This life is a made-up story
You have to draw it with your own hands
To that day, to the fabricated, empty exterior
The story that catches up

Raising your voice, shaking your shoulders
Opening your eyes, igniting the flame
Stirring it up raw
Your own way of living

If you don't see any dreams, you won't be satisfied
Still, you have to keep struggling like this
To that day, beyond the torn veil
Carving out this divide
The story that reveals