Tenohira De Odoru
Sokoninaru
Dance in the Palm of Your Hand
If there were a god's will
We're already programmed
In the depths of the other side
A forecast of the printout
Head-on collision
Are you dancing?
Or being danced?
But still
There's a sound in the depths of the other side
Hey, had enough?
While unable to resist
Continuously being manipulated
Losing sight of identity
That's enough
Even drowning in betrayal
You're not being danced
You should be the one striking identity
Layering the body blows
The voice of approval
Just keeps supporting the suspicion
Piercing the throat
Remembering words in threes
Reaching enlightenment in one and three
Repeatedly, in the end
Nothing is learned
Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
Even exposing the protagonist
Had enough?
Challenging
Continuously being manipulated
What disappears is self-evidence
That's enough
On the palm of your hand
Dancing, being danced
Realizing in the cracked bone
At the end of modesty
If you stand still
Even in this transient world
The movement of blood
the end
