傀儡の躁鬱

禍々しき塊のこの躯
恨めど憎めど悪しきは消えずに
八百万の眼は眉間に皺寄せ
狂わんばかりに罵り迫る

嘲りの聲は伍感を蝕み
死屍たるこの躯を這い喰い潰せど
永劫に受け継がれし魂は
哀しきかな消え失せてはくれずに

死す事が生きた証なら
神よ裁きの雷を射て
錆びれた鐺を断ち切れずに
闇の匣でもがき続けている

死す事が生きた証しなら
神よ裁きの雷を射て
錆びれた鐺を断ち切れずに
闇の匣でもがき続け

愛される事も知らぬまま
土に還る夢を抱くだけ
悩は潰えず 
時に流れ闇の匣でもがき続けて

A Puppet's Mood Swings

This catastrophic mass of a body
Even I hate it, curse it, the evil won't disappear
A myriad of eyes impose upon my brow
I'll be abused until I go mad

A scornful voice consumes my five senses
If my corpse of a body is completely devoured
My soul will be taken over by eternity
But my sorrow will never disappear

If dying is proof of having lived
Then Gods, strike down the thunder of judgment
Unable to break apart my rusted chains
I keep struggling in a dark box

If dying is proof of having lived
Then Gods, strike down the thunder of judgment
Unable to break apart my rusted chains
I'll keep struggling in the dark box

Not even knowing what it's like to be loved
I just hold a dream of returning to the earth
My suffering will never run out
As time flows I keep struggling in the dark box

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