Telecaster B-Boy

As you grow older, de de de
It's an overflow
The philosopher of life spoke
The girl becomes a bird
Just with pretty words pa pa pa
Tying worn-out shoes
A digital shrine was erected
The boy becomes the wind

Swinging, swaying, great
Thank you for your hard work, it's so real

Telecaster B-Boy
Affection for me, a fish that solidified with lies
It's annoying, my ego
Fascinating high tension
If you dance cannibalism
With one or two rejected hands
What are you writing?
Telecaster B-Boy
Can someone answer my affection?

Apparently, de de de in appearance
Stereo bias, sadistic
Sang as if holding poison
The girl becomes a flower
Even if you block your ears, pa pa pa
Their voices become loud
The words that pierced the heart
The boy looks back

Swinging, swaying, grand delusion
It's mutual, it's so real

Telecaster B-Boy
Emotions for me, a fish mixed with noise
It's irritating, my ego
Careless metal, tears melted on the cheek
Wanting to forget, closed the throat
Scars left in the past
Telecaster B-Boy
Can you hold onto emotions just for now?

In this world, we can't breathe anymore
To the reality we bid farewell
Can you forgive us, the weak ones?
Let's meet again somewhere

Telecaster B-Boy
Affection for me, a fish that solidified with lies
It's annoying, my ego
Fascinating high tension
If you dance cannibalism
With one or two rejected hands
What are you writing?
Telecaster B-Boy
Can someone answer my affection?
Parlarula