lyrics and translatemune ni ENAJII KEMIKARU no awatachi
HAIYAA ya haru TAIYA ya chi ya niku no toori wo yuki
are ga RIBATII YUUTOPIA no PARODII
BAIYAA ya GIGA MUUBII no kenran no namiki wa hare
MAINAA na utsu wa zaregoto BARA iro wa renka
iwaku shiawase to shire mochi kiremu hodo
hinshi no RITERASHII MEKANIKARU ni korosu
hainin ya tsuru WAIYAA ya HORUMUARUDEBIDO to toori
kawaku SHINAJII gousei SUIITO de shimesi
kousou no MEGA shinden ni kyouran no FANDO no ame
moumai no monji wa kakenado mirai wa renka
nabete meijin to warae inga no SUTOORII
saa ishyuu wo hanachi kuru KIMI no kage wo kui
kyuufu no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni
kouon no M.C. SHIBIRIAN ni wa chishiryou
haijin ya uru DAIYA ya chi ni ochita douri no toori
are ga RIBATEI YUUTOPIA no PARODII
tanomi wa S.S.R.I. sate hayari no TERASU de HAITOO
MAINAA na setsu wa tawagoto kyouraku wa renka
yume yume kaerimiru na teokureyue
saa ishyuu wo hanachi kuru KIMI no kage wo kui
kyuufu no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni
saa chi wo umetsukusuhodo KIMI no kage ga umu
kyouki no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni
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Energy in my heart is of chemical foam.
A street of taxies,worn tires,blood and flesh.
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia.
A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-moves.
Minor depression is nonsense. La vie en rose is on sale.
They say you should know you are happier than your realize.
Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed.
The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires.
Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener.
Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples.
You can not write the word “ignorance”. The future is on sale.
Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition.
Now it is coming to you,given off a stench and devouring your shadow.
The parade of terror is coming,and it is in your name.
The roaring MC becomes a lethal does for the public.
On the street of cripples,selling diamonds and battered Tao.
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia.
Rely on SSRI and say ‘hi-ho’ in the coffee shop.
Minor theory is filmflam,hedonism is on sale.
It is non-repayable, it has reached the point no return.
Now it is coming to you giving off a stench,devouring your shadow.
The parade of terror is coming,and it is in your name.
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered.
The parade of lunacy is coming,and it is in your name.