kizutsuku koto ni naresugiteru awai Sunday
sabitsuiteru kusari ni, mada shibararenagara
furueta yubi, daremokaremo shinjirarezu
sugaru koto mo yurusarenai genjitsu sae, wakatteiru kara
kazaritsuketa kagami no naka, Dark Monday
akaku somaru NAIFU nigirishimeta, yoru wa nagaku
koboreochita namida nante imi wa motazu
sakebu koe mo kareteshimau naze ni hakanasa wo tou
sabitsuita kokoro ni wa, kamoku no uta wo sasage
umaku waraezuni iru, mou modorenai
dakara motto kurushimagire ANSEMU wo
kurayami ni saku BARA wo semete kono kokoro ni dakasete
soshite kitto tasuke wo yobu koe wa todokanai
kizu darake no kono karada ni somaku yaiba tsukisashitekure
zankokushoku ni somari hajimeta, kurutta genzai
tsuiraku s***a sora wo nagame, wasurerarenai kairi no TORAUMA
sabitsuita kokoro ni wa, kamoku no uta wo sasage
umaku waraenai hibi, shinjitakunai
dakara zutto kirisaita koe hibikasete
kurayami ni chiru BARA wo semete kono kokoro ni dakasete
soshite motto kurushimagire no ANO kotoba wo
hirakikaketa kono kokoro ni f**aku yaiba, tsukisashitekure
(f**aku, tsukisashitekure)
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A faint Sunday that has grown too accustomed to getting hurt
While still being bound, with chains that are rusting together
Fingers that were trembling, not believing in anyone at all
Because I understand even the reality that doesn't even permit clinging
In the middle of the arranged mirror, Dark Monday
The night in which I was tightly clasping a knife that was being dyed red was long
The scattering tears and the such don't bear significance
Also the voice that shouts will end up withering, I question ephemerality about why
To the heart that rusted together offer up a silent song
I am here, without being able to laugh properly, unable to turn back anymore
Therefore, an anthem in even deeper desperation
At least let the rose that blooms in the darkness be held by this heart
And, surely the voice that calls for help won't reach
Please, into this body that is nothing but wounds, thrust the blade deeply
The Now that has gotten out of order, has begun to be dyed in cruelty
I gaze at the sky that crashed down, a trauma of an estrangement I cannot forget
To the heart that rusted together, offer up a silent song
The days when I'm not able to laugh properly, I don't want to believe in them
Therefore, let the voice that completely teared into peaces, resound
At least, let the rose that scatters in the darkness be held by this heart
And, THOSE words in even deeper desperation
Please, into this heart that started to open up, thrust the blade deeply
Thrust the blade deeply
sabitsuiteru kusari ni, mada shibararenagara
furueta yubi, daremokaremo shinjirarezu
sugaru koto mo yurusarenai genjitsu sae, wakatteiru kara
kazaritsuketa kagami no naka, Dark Monday
akaku somaru NAIFU nigirishimeta, yoru wa nagaku
koboreochita namida nante imi wa motazu
sakebu koe mo kareteshimau naze ni hakanasa wo tou
sabitsuita kokoro ni wa, kamoku no uta wo sasage
umaku waraezuni iru, mou modorenai
dakara motto kurushimagire ANSEMU wo
kurayami ni saku BARA wo semete kono kokoro ni dakasete
soshite kitto tasuke wo yobu koe wa todokanai
kizu darake no kono karada ni somaku yaiba tsukisashitekure
zankokushoku ni somari hajimeta, kurutta genzai
tsuiraku s***a sora wo nagame, wasurerarenai kairi no TORAUMA
sabitsuita kokoro ni wa, kamoku no uta wo sasage
umaku waraenai hibi, shinjitakunai
dakara zutto kirisaita koe hibikasete
kurayami ni chiru BARA wo semete kono kokoro ni dakasete
soshite motto kurushimagire no ANO kotoba wo
hirakikaketa kono kokoro ni f**aku yaiba, tsukisashitekure
(f**aku, tsukisashitekure)
-----------ENGLISH-------------
A faint Sunday that has grown too accustomed to getting hurt
While still being bound, with chains that are rusting together
Fingers that were trembling, not believing in anyone at all
Because I understand even the reality that doesn't even permit clinging
In the middle of the arranged mirror, Dark Monday
The night in which I was tightly clasping a knife that was being dyed red was long
The scattering tears and the such don't bear significance
Also the voice that shouts will end up withering, I question ephemerality about why
To the heart that rusted together offer up a silent song
I am here, without being able to laugh properly, unable to turn back anymore
Therefore, an anthem in even deeper desperation
At least let the rose that blooms in the darkness be held by this heart
And, surely the voice that calls for help won't reach
Please, into this body that is nothing but wounds, thrust the blade deeply
The Now that has gotten out of order, has begun to be dyed in cruelty
I gaze at the sky that crashed down, a trauma of an estrangement I cannot forget
To the heart that rusted together, offer up a silent song
The days when I'm not able to laugh properly, I don't want to believe in them
Therefore, let the voice that completely teared into peaces, resound
At least, let the rose that scatters in the darkness be held by this heart
And, THOSE words in even deeper desperation
Please, into this heart that started to open up, thrust the blade deeply
Thrust the blade deeply