World's End Dancehall

Joking along the borderline
On the other side of the stairs
There's nothing good at all, hey
Should I take your hand?

Dancing clumsily
Yes, dancing on the edge
Because I'm blinded by the thug
How about it, together here

A bittersweet voice fills the room
Filling in the lowest meaning
Of course, there's nothing good
So let's spit it all out

The meaning connected by short words
The reason we kick each other without even facing each other
Even if we search and search
We can't find it

Even if we get angry while blowing our nose
Even if we smile while looking down
That's just boring anyway

Shall we dance with a hop step
In the corner of the world, one two
Enjoying the dizzying sense of impending doom

Shall we leave behind
The next moment that seems to disappear in a flash
In this spinning world