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作詞・作曲／GONTA(macro phage zero) 英訳：Mami 編曲／Tsutomu San (macro phage zero)
誰もが迷い悩み明日をみつめ
繰り返す絶希望と自問自答が
目に見えないバケモノに
震えながら耐えている
握りしめる手のない天井を仰ぐ
虚勢を張る事で弱さ隠して
誰かを操ろうとする歪み
気付けばそこにある大切な者さえ
置き去りにして忽然沈む
何もかもわからないまま
決められていく
支配する者とされる者
見抜けない愚かさを呪う頃に
逆らう気力さえ奪われていく
痛い棘 心のすみ突き刺したまま
どこへ向かい誰に会いに何を目指すの？
あしたの朝日を避けて
記憶を眠らせたまま
君は誰で僕は何者なのだろう
嘘を織り交ぜて辻褄を合わせる
体裁の連鎖断ち切りたい
仮面をつけたままであなたの誠実
踏みにじる事とかできない
あの日二人でみつめた未来の
夢を嘘にはしたくないから
現実と駆け引き繰り返す中で
ほんとうの 気持ちあなたに伝えたい
誰もが迷い悩み明日をみつめ
繰り返す絶希望と自問自答が
目に見えないバケモノに
震えながら耐えている
握りしめる手のない天井を仰ぐ
降り注ぐ月の光
闇を照らし
どこへ向かい誰に会いに何を目指すの？
鉛の枕を抱いて
荊の毛布で包む
夜明けが見えない辛い夜を眠らせて
(痛い棘 心のすみ突き刺したまま)
どこへ向かい誰に会いに何を目指すの？
あしたの朝日を避けて記憶を眠らせたまま
君は誰で僕は何者なのだろう
ここから英訳
Title“The Torn Heart”
Everyone struggles to worry and stare about your future
With repeating hopeless and asking yourself
We endured the kind of an invisible silent monster
While trembling hand
I look up to your hands that might be there on ceiling
Putting on tough act makes always you weak
Distortion gets someone manipulates
I left behind even a close friend as soon as we noticed it.
That’s why I suddenly felt down
It is decided without knowing everything due to a different of status like
the governor and his subordinates
over the cursing time to penetrate their disguise -
We deprived of energy to resistance
Painful thorn struck my corner of mind
Where to go ? To whom should I meet? What‘ｓ your aim?
We avoid morning sunrise and keep sleeping memories
I wonder who you’re and I would Ｉ‘m not anything in our life
While interweaving a lie
You must adjust things to maintain consistency
I want to break out the chain of the appearance
Wearing a mask
I can’t trample on your sincere
I want to stay just the way I am
I want to realize our future that we dreamed on that day
‘cause I do not want to lie the dream of the future we made
Reality sometimes mingle with unreality
I just want to tell you my true feeling
Everyone struggles to worry and stare about your future
With repeating hopeless and asking yourself
We endured the kind of an invisible silent monster
While trembling hand
I look up to your hands that might be there on ceiling
The light of the falling moon illuminates the darkness
Where to go ? To whom should I meet? What‘ｓ your aim?
We hold a pillow of lead
And wrap with thorn blanket
Kill me before daybreak
Life is tough(whisper)
Painful thorn struck my corner of mind
Where to go ? To whom should I meet? What‘ｓ your aim?
We avoid morning sunrise and keep sleeping memories
I wonder who you’re and I would Ｉ‘m not anything in our life
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