抒情死 [jojoushi] [English translation]

My identity is floating along the Tokyo Bay.

On the waves made by an extravagant cruise ship, it floats in suspension and eventually sinks.

Like they're curious, the passengers form a crowd.

Should we save it? No, don't touch such an enigmatic thing.

What is that? What is that? What is that? What is that?

Acceptance and rejection, rejection, rejection. I can't cross my arms. I can't die so easily.

This isn't a life that I was permitted to live. Ah, my me.

Cessation of response. Cessation, cessation. If you're alive, let me hear your voice.

My lyrical poem of life, being eaten away bit by bit. Ah, keep singing it.

What's good and what's evil? White and black quarrel away without understanding each other.

Grey shoves its way in

and says they must acknowledge each other. They look at the empathy

it takes out of its pocket. No, can we rely on something that could possibly be so dangerous?

What is that? What is that? What is that? What is that?

Acceptance and rejection, rejection, rejection. By teachers, doctors, and even God.

Unchangeable shape and contents. Ah, my me.

Cessation of response. Cessation, cessation. If you're alive, let me hear your voice.

My lyrical poem of life, being eaten away bit by bit. Ah, keep singing it.

Acceptance and rejection, rejection, rejection.

Rejection, rejection, rejection, rejection.

A hundred billion gossipings illegally dumped.

It's disposal by incineration, appearances and desires to be recognized too.

On the inside, we head towards a quiet place.

Even so, they tell us to lose ourselves. To obey. To bear it.

It's blown away by a strong wind and falls. Tokyo Bay.

Shape and contents. My me.

Acceptance and rejection, rejection, rejection. Even under the pressure of derision and threats,

my shape and contents, unable to bend. Ah, my me.

Cessation of response. Cessation, cessation. If you've survived, show me your face.

My lyrical poem of life, being eaten away bit by bit. Ah, keep singing it.