イヂメカニズム - 菩化鳥 (ヴォケドリ)

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Upload Date: 02/11/13
Vocals: Gumi
Composer: 菩化鳥 (ヴォケドリ) - Bokechō (vokedori)
Lyricists: 菩化鳥 (ヴォケドリ) & 由紀 - Yuki & Bokechō (vokedori)
Illustrator & Movie: 翠葉 - Miyo
Mixing: Tom∩^ω^∩

Id Mechanism

We swim through the dirtied sky.
If we succeed to our breaths, we'll be smeared with mud, drown,
Get dirty, be empty; we can't swim anymore.
Everyone is all alone.

Today, tomorrow, and the day after,
We are wound oblately
And cry with our HEARTS--
Deferment that breathed out carbon mono-, dioxide.
Dissipative crime that calls itself playing.
Voice of exterminatory motion, now
Letting a scapegoat die, are trembling.

The words that were flung are knives.
Mouths open partly and continue to be bystanders
With faces that stiffened behind masks,
While bitterly laughing that it was idiotic.
It is the sin-laden every day.

We frolicked in a narrow mad room (classroom),
Oh, with the monsters affected by the King,
So as to spit at this tastelessness and be
Unable to commit the same errors again.

We seem glad.
It seems fun.
A look of death that left to a nightmare that cannot come to mind.

For whose sake is the world that popped out?
For whose sake is the correct that turned sour?
For whose sake is the wish that was interrupted?
For whose sake is the wills that we closed on paper?

Today, tomorrow, and the day after,
Tear our HEARTS that coils around a sense of the vanity of life,
And control my internal organs.
Unconsciousness, one way or another, a heinous crime.
The scapegoats who squirmed in Hell
Are hearing even the voices of Heaven.

The words that opened air holes are knives too.
Vacant-eyed bystanders, continue on.
You could vanish, but light yourselves yet
While laughing pretending to be idiots.
We're burying the cracks that we averted our eyes from.

A viaticum to the narrow mad room (classroom),
Oh, with the monsters affected by the King,
So as to color this tastelessness and be
Able to call it our hearts of the same shape.

We could start crying.
We could throw up.
Ideas that erase demons who were in too high of spirits.

We can't share it.
We can't deal with it.
We can't say it simply.
We can't see something.

Which is the mistake?
Both are misunderstandings.
We want to feel, want to love.

Tidy up the narrow mad room (classroom),
Oh, those affected by the King are naked,
So as to take a breath in this tastelessness and
Not eradicate the pulsations of the same lives.

Concentrate on the narrow mad room (classroom),
Oh, with the monsters who were made to be affected by the King,
So as for this tastelessness to breathe out the mud and
To not commit the same errors again.

What can we do?
We can do something.
In the direction we stretched our hands out in, there is you.