What if the world is made of a glass sphere
Shining through the shoe bottom
And can clearly see
Loves and tears
I had a relief about you looking away right away
I felt like being indulged in the silence
In the roaring sound as much as possible
What if the certificate of the mankind existence
Are ready for 10 billion people
And the words on mine
Can be seen
There are meaningless rows of letters
Or simply blanks
I feel like breaking them softly
As quiet as possible
SCAPEGOAT
We must be just substitute
SCAPEGOAT
Even the heat source we were looking for
The black and white, monochrome impression
Makes the world go round
Before I started doubting, the bell of end point started ringing
Where am I?
What if the end of space and the future
Were settled 10 billion years ago
And the moment of the end is exactly today
Do people (you) curse
Tomorrow noone is alive?
What do I (what) sing
For tomorrow which might never come?
SCAPEGOAT
We must be just substitute
SCAPEGOAT
Even the heat source we were looking for
Can't remove can't remove like a sound melting
Memories go far away, a reprinted irony
SCAPEGOAT
we must be just substitute
SCAPEGOAT
Even the heat source we were looking for
We'll just lose it
The black and white, monochrome impression
Makes the world go round
Before I started doubting, the bell of the end point rang
Just asked the world going round again
Being scattered
The morning sun, you and I waited for the first train
When was that?