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Kigan.

Midsummer season, the cicadas singing beyond the sliding door
Wearing a yukata with a loosened sash the woman's water is breaking
Her hair in disarray, her face unseen her mouth split in a broad grin
If she paints her lips scarlet can you do it again?

Midwinter season, the butterflies dying everything a snowy landscape
You crawl up out from inside the well the woman laughing loudly

Mind's eye delusion Victimization
Oviduct overdrive Victimization
Ovulation response Victimization
Courtesan interference Victimization
Heartbreak severance Victimization
Chatter abortion Victimization

Let your sexual desires bloom let the woman's corpse bloom
Let your desires for pregnancy bloom let next year's spring bloom
Let your own desires bloom let's bloom in Kyoto.

"Shokubeni"

Kategorize. It's a garden with no pulse.
People's voices all bunched up. A small girl, a dreamer who sells her body.

It starts.

A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out?
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast.

A dream is a dream, inside the delicate dream the little girls dreams of.

Kategorize
Who's back is it? The back of a small figure that dreams?

It starts

Even if they kill the voice or hide in the dark, who's back is it going to be tonight?
Tomorrow, again the night will lead to hell, where the bright demons hide...

A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out?
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast.

"Sajou No Uta"

In the season, the month of April, the song written on sand vanishes.

At the bottom, it is a dark and endless tomorrow. to meet, to say goodbye under the blue sky.

The end of summer, I met the sea.
What is love if it just drifts away and it's gone?

What did I pray to the sun that I know I can't reach, and turn it to ashes?

I can't seem to end it,
so again I pick up the pieces of you that disappeared in the sand.
He sings the song written on the sand with his head down,
keeping his voice down, and underneath it...

The tears from the sky hit me. Everyone looks so happy.
You are not here by me on my left side. The breeze is in blue from last year.

I met you in early autumn.
The weight of sadness more then the weight of the pain.
Flowers blooms and flowers fall, but a flower is as it is a flower.
But also wish to change by tomorrow.

The spring when I looked for you the sand of the sea disappears.

"Red... [Em]"

In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn,
and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here.

On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly
I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen.

The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.
Goodbye... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl.

The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries.
What you see is everything and there's no reason to that.

Cut down your discomfort wings.
It's dying on you.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
To a tomorrow that can't be reached.

Children sing the church choir at the newly built church.
When ever I walk past it, my heart screams.

There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future.
Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.

Why can't we be perfect? Why can't it be?

The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up.
I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick.

Cut down your discomfort wings.
Be freer.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
But keep the door closed.

"Asunaki Koufuku, Koenaki Asu"

It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday, and outside the glass window, its irritating sunny as hell.
I prefer the rain. You know when you have those days? You just can't laugh.

If it's possible, somebody please tell me my purpose to live.
I want to jump off from this life that's so ordinary.
No more whitewashing.

People stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all wet for not using an umbrella in the pouring rain I'm
hurting myself, and I don't even know it.
I want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain has cleared up.

The social face, the private face, it's nice to see you use it both so nicely.
Well, thank you I haven't thrown away being human...
No more whitewashing

HUMAN GATE
shaba dababiba shubidababiba duebidabidaba sharu rarararan

Day by day, the innocence if my voice is being buried down.
Don't you think its stupid? Being scammed by a same human being like yourself?

Please cry... just a little.
While you sit and cry on the bench, your future is like a crow that goes through garbage.
Please cry... just a little.
The morning of the fourth Tuesday. I will soon be with my people.

HUMAN GATE

No more whitewashing.

"Marmalade Chainsaw"

You're a monkey, looking all honest all over the wall.
One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen
Shoot the guys who are just talk.
Am I insane? Is society pleased?
Suck suck suck'em all till the end mine death thirteen.
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' aorund.
Mouth to Mouth.
Can't hear the cry of the newborn baby. Honey looks down at the scaffold.
Stuffed inside the refrigerator is a sacrificed flower.
It's the highly praised Serial Horror Show.

Nobody's hell like mine
You're a Dancing Majestic Baby
The works of orange is Thirteen.
Nobody's hell like mine.
You're a Screaming Majestic Baby.
A clockwork of Death Thirteen.

Lets play with the chainsaw
SUCK ME

Living honestly is a my good point and I have no bad points to my personality.
One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen
Shoot him who just screamed.
Am I insane? Is society pleased?
Suck suck suck'em all til the end mine death thirteen.
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around

Nobody's hell like mind
You're a Dancing Majestic Baby
The works of orange is Thirteen
Nobody's hell like mind
You're a Screaming Majestic Baby
A clockwork of Death Thirteen

"Kasumi"

You were crying with an apple candy in one hand... walking into the twilight
"Where's Mommy?" your eyes the shape of the moon burn inside my head and I hold you.

It's August, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the Gion Hill.
The happy month of May that this child is looking foward to will not come.

Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
There, the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone.

I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry.
I put the child to sleep by reading the child's favorite book. Good Bye.

Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
There the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone.
How many more years will it take for the tears to be all gone? The sun sets, underneath the burial is
the truth and...

13 o'clock in the afternoon, not a single sound of the wind can be heard. Her body, still to this day,
lie very guiet, underneath the tatami.

"R To The Core"

You're the one that's stupid. You're a pig; acting all honest but you hide your true self.
Can't hear anything, Can't feel anything. This is a place of contradiction.

My heart screamed out, you make fun of me like you make fun of my deaf left ear.

I know everyone isn't like that, but I can't accept everything.
So I still, even now scream out in a hoarse voice to all you rotten people...

There is an answer, so writhe in agony and let your will to live come out.
Everyone's the same once they sin.

"Drain Away"

I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.

One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the cherry blossom tree,
with petals that bloomed too early. This story goes way back.
She was beautiful and pretty but there was something about her.
She had a very sad face. Her long hair hid her tears of late afternoon.

Through the forgotten seasons, this place still reminds me of her.
Time has made her disappear, as she was so delicate with her black and white scar.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
The sin is too deep to bear, as I hear the sound of darkness. Tonight it is spring.

The show booth

It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing her being colored by people.
She couldn't do anything but cry as her tears bloomed like the petals.

I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The late afternoon sky lights the shed. The cherry blossom tree grew in back of it. And underneath the tree,
she lies hiding her scar with the sleeve of her shirt hoping it would disappear just for that moment.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.

"New Age Culture"

Time to escape, no time to lose
There's no way to go, for me

Laugh, BANZAI by force, Can't sing to your expectation...
Identity Smash & Smash The guys with just all talk.
Dance I say, joyfully la la la. Don't wannna be a pig like you.
Identity Smile & Smile Happy & Happy Are you happy?

He's simply a food with no reason

Symbols of malice swirlin around
You know, money can buy anything

"Obscure"

How many hangings under the red moon "..."

How deep will it sink inside eating skin that doesn't match?
The snake makes way through the sheets and goes inside the uterus.

It can seem like a someiyoshino; a cherry blossom petal, that dances sadly.
The stain is the moon that's fulfilled, and the vomiting at night begins.

Don't you remember?

Color of faint... the night begins and people start to awe.
Color of pomegranate... sting with the prick and disappear far away.

How many secret hangings of the premature baby tonight under the red moon "..."

Bloody Baby & Sacrifice

Don't you remember?

Color of Golden yellow... want to be the spider that stings.
Color of tears... remembering the memories.
Color of faint... the night begins and people start to awe.
Color of pomegranate... sting with the prick and disappear far away.

"Child Prey"

Dying a Child

Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me

Hurry & May

Child Prey

The reasons why one can't laugh from the heart
It's a simple reason
That's life

Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Child is Burning
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss Me Deadly

"Amber"

The spring breeze makes the uneasy sound as my dreams crumble
and my future brakes. I have no more...
I want to be with you more. I want to be near you.
I try to hide my weak tears behind a smile, but I can't hide anymore.
My years of dreaming, at the end, will my true self be there?
I tried so hard to bear with it. I even put out my hand. But what it all comes down to was now;
We're in hell under control of him.
So this is the end I tell you, Lights will be turned off and the stage will turn to darkness.
Let me hear your voice more. I still want to be here.
Goodbye to an anonymous girl I loved from my heart.
I remember the promise we made, by the spring breeze I felt in my back.
My tears mix with blood, and it brings to life my new dream in my heart.

Until our voices go out, at last.
Lets sing until our voices go out.

Conceived Sorrow

Bara ni karamu taiyou
Tameiki to mazatte torokeru koukai

Miaki ta yume ni tsuba o haki warau
Kodoku ni kuwareta hitotachi no kokoro wa
Zankoku ni sodatsu

Kasaneta shiro ni tokekomu
Nozomarezu kowareta shinjitsu wa urahara
Hohoemi ni ai o

Sudeni kageri asa wa shinda

Aa todokanai hanarete shimau
Kegare no nai yasashisa ni namida to nemuritai

Haranda uso wa uraraka
Kamisori no buuru de oboreta namida wa
Aimai ni amaku -

Sudeni kageri ashita wa shinda

Namida mo uso mo ai mo yuruse nai ore ga
Daikirai de ... demo modorenai kara ...

Aa todokanai hanarete shimau
Kegare no nai yasashisa ni namida to nemuritai

Seotta akane no sora ni tada hakanaku
Nakisakebu koe ha mou - kikoe nai