It’s not particularly anyone’s fault
That we have slacked off so much.
The repeating chain of hatred continues without end.
And a demonic shadow grins with teeth bared at
This state, where we can only live by ignoring others.
We use the powers we are granted on useless pleasures—
And I am not alive just for the sake of being used.
While feeling so inferior,
Every day, strongly and boldly,
I breathe life to myself with songs and music,
Whose rhythm rings out loudly.

Unfeeling to the wishes of others,
And driven by useless delusions,
People dress each other in wounds.
You don’t need any plan.
Just set your heart on
Pleading ‘forgive me! Forgive me!’
It’s all you can wish.

We will break out of this.
We will break out of this.
Out of this cycle.
We will break out of this.