海底ファミリーレストラン - くるりんご

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Upload Date: 09/02/12
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku append
Composer: くるりんご - Kururingo

Submarine Family Restaurant

Within the dark, dark, dark water,
A list of cuisine covered in "revenge".
The waitress with bandages 'round and 'round.
An establishment with one lone person's pretty lonely. A family restaurant.

As spirits that putter a bit,
They plunge forward within the legal speed.
The connected cords sever for themselves.
For what sake? My sake? Your sake?
A sad-fated girl who won't even take my order.
Shut out through bandages of ideology and malice,
Don't solve it now. That thing of "me" is about to break.

The submarine family restaurant. So, choose.
As God says,
Kick away your combat impotence, the alternatives.
CONGRATULATIONS! Sneers
A pseudo-gentleman who's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
My memories spilled out of my fingers.
Unable to even become God, I groveled on the earth's surface.

Within the salty, salty, salty water,
A list of cuisine that was flapped closed.
Can you see in front of you? Waitress.
The muteness of just two people's pretty comical. A family restaurant.

The gentleman who brought along a rabbit sweetly smiles.
A harsh remark at the bottom of my lunging throat.
"Why don't we drink some black tea together?"
I suppress my boiling emotions;
A sad-fated boy who seems of good character.
Great, postponing his own benefits.
Don't part it now. He's about to destroy everything.

The submarine family restaurant. So, stave it off.
Brandishing an iron pipe.
Destroy your recovery impotence, the alternatives.
Stop it already, Chrysifia.
There is not enough oxygen.
My memories were vanishing at the sea bottom.
I had eyes like a fish dead fish with broken fangs.

List pretty, pretty, pretty things.
I hate it, hate it, hate it, and nothing can be done about it.
List pretty, pretty, pretty things.
I hate it, hate it, hate it, and nothing can be done about it.

Opening my half-open eyes in a direction that had light,
And kicked water toward the bottom,
So as to never taste it again.

The submarine family restaurant. So, defy it.
You'll take my order.
They loosen at the bandages at your fingertips;
Dissolving nostalgia in blue eyes
That shine glitteringly,
My memories are airily recalled along with yours.

The submarine family restaurant. So, laugh at them.
Within the water, if only tears,
I'm accompanied by faintly shining deep-sea fish;
So, sneer at me. Instead of that,
Don't face on the injured party.
I instead looked up at the water's surface to God,
And brandished a blade that staves off even fangs.

List pretty, pretty, pretty things.
I hate it, hate it, hate it, and nothing can be done about it.
List pretty, pretty, pretty things.
I hate it, hate it, hate it, and nothing can be done about it.
List pretty, pretty, pretty things.
I hate it, hate it, hate it, and nothing can be done about it.
Get to be pretty, pretty, pretty.
Your hate, your hate, your hate will run it where?