Soulsoup

It seems like I have to drink at least one cup of despair-flavored soup in my lifetime
My homemade crisis mixed with laziness and complaints
Is now steaming right in front of me
Swirling with dangerous colors

Feeling the attacks from the outfield when I take a breath
And the distorted face glaring at me in the silver spoon
Seems like you're claiming I'm not up to the task

Blocking out the unnecessary senses
Useless ideals piercing through the gauze cloth
Becoming accustomed to this bitter modern age
I know I have a different way of thinking
But with a thank you, I want to be myself again

Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, tiredness, and failures
No matter how much I sell or promote, it won't increase anymore
The thirst grows with each sip, drinking up the eerie celebratory cup
Until not a drop is left
yeah!

It's become a larger portion than when I lived alone
It's not an atmosphere where you can just give up
But even if I were told it's okay to live alone
I don't want to embrace the days with you anymore

With a thank you, I want to take shelter once again
A cold heart blown by sighs
Igniting a heat

Trembling fingers, sweaty collar, pain, tiredness, and failures
Even though I've tried to give up and move on, I'm tired of it
The thirst grows with each sip, drinking up the eerie celebratory cup
Stealing a sip, that's what life is about
The ongoing life, the worries and sadness that sometimes get stuck
When you feel like throwing it all out
Don't stop, keep toasting to all the future thirst
Give me a fragment of destiny hidden deep in this world
Until I rescue it (and)
Until not a drop is left
yeah!