Shinobikonda vishon eraa sekai juu ga yami wo kotae
gareki ni mamireta asu wo utsusu “mousou”
umi otosareta sono imi wo te ni tsukande mieta mono wa
shiro to kuro de uchikesare yuku…

So kanashimi wa
hizumi yuku sora iro daichi no zawameki mo
todomaru koto wo shiranai furimidashita baiogurafu
kazaritateta shihai haribote no keshiki wo
bokura wa hitei suru kara mou mayowanai
kaosu ni naru uso no yuuetsu hikari no imi wa?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace sore demo ii

Inochi wo tateru no wa ano shisen dake
jigen no “kaisou” ga kizukareta nara

Shinsou shinri he no akusesu jibun de sae te no todokanu
miezaru zetsubou he no kyoumei “katarushisu”
yuuetsu to kanjiru itami hitsuji tachi wa mure to natte
egakare yuku feito purifesu

So kanashimi wa
sakebu you na koe mo mutsuu ni natte yuku
“sora” to yondeta basho sae shita wo muite sagasu kyouki
yogensha no biyaku wa chiito koodo ni nite
bokura wo shigeku suru kedo mou shitteru yo
kaosu ni naru maboroshi ja nai inochi no imi wa?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace sore demo ii

So kanashimi wa
hizumi yuku sora iro daichi no zawameki mo
todomaru koto wo shiranai furimidashita baiogurafu
kazaritateta shihai haribote no keshiki wo
bokura wa hitei suru kara mou mayowanai
kaosu ni naru uso no yuuetsu hikari no imi wa?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace sore demo ii

In a vision error that sneaked in, the entire world is brimming with darkness
My “delusion” reflects a tomorrow filled with rubble
That which seems to grasp the meaning that was birthed
Is negated by the black and whiteness…

So sorrow is
A disordered biography that doesn’t know
That the warping sky blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt
Because we’ll deny the scenery
That the ostentatious rule tacked up like wallpaper, we won’t be lost anymore
In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I’m fine with even that

What’s killing life is just that gaze
If the ‘levels’ of dimensions are constructed

In accessing my depth psychology, the resonance toward invisible despair
That my hands cannot reach even on my own is a “catharsis”
In the pain of feeling superiority, the sheep become a flock
And their fate preface is drawn

So sorrow is
The madness of even looking down and searching for the place called ‘the sky’
Where a voice that seems to scream turns into numbness
The prophet’s aphrodisiac is like a cheat code
And it stimulates us, but we already know it
It’s not an illusion that turns into chaos, what’s the meaning of life?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I’m fine with even that

So sorrow is
A disordered biography that doesn’t know
That the warping sky blue and the stirring of earth are standing still
Because we’ll deny the scenery
That the ostentatious rule tacked up like wallpaper, we won’t be lost anymore
In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I’m fine with even that