Dramaturgy

Dramaturgy

I understood in my head and threw a tantrum
Laughing as if rolling around
I don't understand loneliness or love
The human figure began to throw up
Filled with words that can't be held, the existence of a first performance

I can't leave from this small box
When I realized it, I wanted to throw up at the end
We were all acting
We're heading towards the end
Come on, everyone is desperately acting, there's no audience

I don't have a place
I'm not anywhere
I can never become anything

We're in the middle of a morning, aiming for the end
Being praised and criticized
Mayday, a faint love
An equation of endless hanging
I want to go somewhere for a dramatic performance

You too, take a deep breath
The end is there
Headshot, noisy thoughts
Pull out that heart and come on
Pull out the unseen thread, the curtain call is approaching
What is reflected in those eyes

It broke when touched
Deceived by the rolling situation
We were all facing the wrong way
When did we become soft creatures?
If we don't face all of that, we can't move forward

Well, it's probably impossible for you
So it's probably impossible for you
When did I become so unpleasant?
I've been throwing up such nonsense
Everyone is desperately protecting themselves, waiting for a helping hand

I don't want to think about it
I want to be foolish
I can never become anything

So now I stand on the stage
The end is waiting high
A cold night, no need for words
A dramatic performance will soon be pulled out

Take a deep breath and drink your yes-yes breath
Approach the closest answer
I have only one chance
I'll bet on that moment
I'll grab the sweat in my dark, macabre hands
A tear falls silently

The truth that has come this far is nowhere
Don't boast to those who have been laughing
Remember and throw it away, don't feel emotional
There are no tears shed or reasons

Kindness can't be felt at all
There's no doubt in the outstretched hand
The hole is empty and love has become a mess
I peeked at the collapsing me

In front of those who are about to give up, you
Always appear as if mocking
What kind of wind do you see in you?
Adjust your breathing and come on
Come on
I can never become anything

We're in the middle of a morning, aiming for the end
Being praised and criticized
Mayday, a faint love
An equation of endless hanging
I want to go somewhere for a dramatic performance

You too, take a deep breath
The end is there
Headshot, noisy thoughts
Pull out that heart and aaah
Pull out the unseen thread, the curtain call is approaching
What is reflected in those eyes