Brain Revolution Girl

The excuses have started, they've started again, ha
Well, you see, well, you see, well, you think you've escaped
Looking down, it's not enough, isn't it? Hey
This is it, this is it, this is it, what does treasure mean

Nonsense, it's new, it's thoroughly obscene, ha
Well, you see, well, you see, well, you see, it's just a crazy bot
If there's no waste, it's right, just, just sad, hey
Is it this, is it that, is it that, delusions and imagination, please

Closing your eyes to the stopped needle
Having boring dreams

Oh, it seems like I'm not human, hiding my true face
A noisy anonymous with a swinging idealism
It seems like I can't feel your sound
A single grain of hope, crying and wet, turning into a stain
Becoming a common song

It's really unfortunate, yes, I'm sick again, that's right
Weekdays, holidays, every day, always late
Heavy rain, flood, warning, let's go, steep slope, ha
This is, that is, that is, just imagination and response, thank you

Blocking your ears to the noisy judgment
Throwing away the old-fashioned clothes

It seems like a failure, always like that
A flawless established theory, easily broken
It's a nonsense hope, still like that
I just want to be honest, I just want to be honest

It seems like I'm not human, holding my breath
A pitiful anonymous with a dry idealism
It seems like I can't feel your sound
A single grain of hope, crying and wet, turning into a stain
Becoming a common song

The excuses have started, they've started again, ha
Well, you see, well, you see, well, you think you've got away with it
I've given up, goodbye future, see you tomorrow
This is it, that is it, that is it, what does treasure mean