Is this world covered with blood because of me?
even though I loved it, even though I protected it.
What can I save?
Theres no way, I can be losing anything anymore
I can't be stealing anything anymore
Oh, the melody of life and death is jumbled together,
dance to it over the knife that's stuck.
Dance dance dance dance
It's like I'm the devil
I want to steal it
It must not be stolen
It must not be broken
I'm allowed to be ugly
Is this world covered with blood because of me?
even though I loved it, even though I loved it
What can i save?
what can i save?
what?
There's no way, I can be losing anything anymore
I can't be stealing anything anymore
I wont let you steal!
Dance dance dance dance
Oh, the melody of life and death is jumbled together,
dance to it over the knife that's stuck.
Dance dance dance dance
I wonder if there's something like this emotion existing,
that is visible to me somewhere.
(or: this feeling reflected in the knife I can see. does it exist somewhere?)
it's like i'm the devil
I want to steal it
It must not be stolen
It must not be broken
I'm allowed to be ugly
Right?
The more I continue to scar, the stronger this body of purity gets.
The stronger I get, the more this heart of contridiction continues to scar.
Don't only hold onto things given to you.
What have I ever been given?
Who am i?
I dont care anymore
Gasping in weakness, am I strong?
I want to steal it
It must not be stolen
It must not be slaughtered
I'm allowed to be ugly
If I protect you
It's okay to be monsters
I dont want to run away, even if it's not justice.
May I still kill it?
May I still live?
Until you laugh at me!
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Don't go back yet.
May I still kill it?
May I still live?
Until you laugh at me!