Susumu Hirasawa - Shizuku Ippai No Kioku

mune ni ENAJII KEMIKARU no awatachi HAIYAA ya haru TAIYA ya chi ya niku no toori wo yuki are ga RIBATII YUUTOPIA no PARODII BAIYAA ya GIGA MUUBII no kenran no namiki wa hare MAINAA na utsu wa zaregoto BARA iro wa renka iwaku shiawase to shire mochi kiremu hodo hinshi no RITERASHII MEKANIKARU ni korosu hainin ya tsuru WAIYAA ya HORUMUARUDEBIDO to toori kawaku SHINAJII gousei SUIITO de shimesi kousou no MEGA shinden ni kyouran no FANDO no ame moumai no monji wa kakenado mirai wa renka nabete meijin to warae inga no SUTOORII saa ishyuu wo hanachi kuru KIMI no kage wo kui kyuufu no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni kouon no M.C. SHIBIRIAN ni wa chishiryou haijin ya uru DAIYA ya chi ni ochita douri no toori are ga RIBATEI YUUTOPIA no PARODII tanomi wa S.S.R.I. sate hayari no TERASU de HAITOO MAINAA na setsu wa tawagoto kyouraku wa renka yume yume kaerimiru na teokureyue saa ishyuu wo hanachi kuru KIMI no kage wo kui kyuufu no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni saa chi wo umetsukusuhodo KIMI no kage ga umu kyouki no PAREEDO ga kuru KIMI no na no moto ni ------------ Energy in my heart is of chemical foam. A street of taxies,worn tires,blood and flesh. Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia. A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-moves. Minor depression is nonsense. La vie en rose is on sale. They say you should know you are happier than your realize. Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed. The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires. Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener. Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples. You can not write the word “ignorance”. The future is on sale. Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition. Now it is coming to you,given off a stench and devouring your shadow. The parade of terror is coming,and it is in your name. The roaring MC becomes a lethal does for the public. On the street of cripples,selling diamonds and battered Tao. Behold all that is liberty is a parody of Utopia. Rely on SSRI and say ‘hi-ho’ in the coffee shop. Minor theory is filmflam,hedonism is on sale. It is non-repayable, it has reached the point no return. Now it is coming to you giving off a stench,devouring your shadow. The parade of terror is coming,and it is in your name. Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered. The parade of lunacy is coming,and it is in your name.