Just buried in my futon from noon onwards
The hands of the clock looking so sharp and pointed
My stomach is completely, totally empty
Somewhere in the world a baby is crying "waah, waah"
I can't get my mind off those little horns giraffes have
Just thinking about that special one
A hole has opened in my head and maggots are pouring out
Checking out the process by which meat becomes bone
From the moment we are born,
From the moment we are born, we are dying
From the moment things begin,
From the moment things begin, they are ending
In the end, an alarm rings out, motivation is dead
There's a little scratch on my knee, motivation is dead
Motivation is dead, motivation is dead
Behind this bright world we live in, motivation is dead
Becoming desparate and laughing, motivation is dead
Motivation is dead, motivation is dead
Sleeping, unmoving, the curtains eat away at the clouds
The contents of my wallet continues to shrink
This variety show here in our corner of the Milky Way
Is just babbling on about nothing
Sheeps' horns are round in shape
Feeling a crushing sense of anxiety about the future
Closing my eyes, remaining silent, it all seems to rust and waste away
That scene I recall, even having gone to pieces feels so nostalgic
From the moment we are born
From the moment we are born, we are dying
From the moment things begin
From the moment things begin, they're destined to end
I lack any motivation, even enough to say I'm unmotivated
So little I can't even feel unmotivated
I lack any motivation, even enough to say I'm unmotivated
So little I can't even feel unmotivated
In the end, an alarm rings out, motivation is dead
There's a little scratch on my knee, motivation is dead
Motivation is dead, motivation is dead...
A big star sings out, motivation is dead
The Tokyo PD sings too, motivation is dead
Motivation is dead, motivation...
Behind this bright world we live in, motivation is dead
Becoming desperate and laughing, even if motivation may die...
Even if motivation may die...