I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off and my wings have been torn off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars and I’ve devoted everything
Why am I here? In this dull, stagnant world
The pain from these ridiculous scars1 continues to torment me all the time
I keep engraving the things I lost, going numb because of these feelings
I keep counting all the things I have given up, repeating those questions
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off and my wings have been torn off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars and I’ve devoted everything
Why am I fighting? In this fragile, rickety world
The twinge from these unpleasant scars continues to torment me all the time
I keep noticing all the things I abandoned, dying inside because of these feelings
I keep counting all these things that I have destroyed, repeating those questions
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My left arm has been blown off and my wings have been torn off
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel place
My right arm is full of scars and I’ve devoted everything
1. 傷 (kizu) can also mean weakness or disgrace