bUd [English translation]

Uncongratulated birth, inside this brutal internal wound, murdering

A corpse like crystal, sparkling.

Everyone's living right? Then what about that girl?

This is fate? What a laugh.

I heard fate is something humans created.

That's an untied string, the string of life.

Sunny days, rainy days, on any kind of day

Thinking of that unwanted girl

Stretching my back, patting my stomach that's back to normal, holding out hands

Sad, surrounded by distant irony

Killing these unseemly feelings, lowering hands

"Why oh why?" and regret, are constant

You understand it in your mind right?

The flickering thought of 4 little kicks

Do you think it's ok to lose a life to an act that feels good?

Feeling good, sun then clouds, sometimes rain

Forecasting not so much the morning weather, as whimsical you.

Body, orifice, please don't touch.

See, again, I gave birth to a nightmare

In an unknown place, my crumbled love is surely

Visible now, I understand.

Just a touch of machinery, love turned into a pattern

If you saw my eyes you'd know, those were definitely kicks.

Sobbing, grasping throat, soon it'll end, agony, womb, flesh, connected, thread, with you, cell, give me a hint

If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a bud

All the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you

Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial

Propaganda, the product of birthed suffering,

A shy puppet, grumbling, that kind of effect

Side effect, the limit of cannibalism,

Before long God will notice. Reload, reload

Yesterday, desperately thinking of living together

Hastening death, stuck in this book that can't be read twice, a bookmark

Alone, I want to look

If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a bud

All the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you

Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, reunion, Theory of Relativity, warped, vacancy, dizzy and apparently lost, a dizzied burial

If the brain's incomplete, it's not human? Still a bud

All the same, that bud, whether you let it bloom or not is, up to you

Therefore, umbilical cord, wanting to bloom, during afterbirth, meeting my half, a proud birth, unending love, the brightened streetlamp