Tenohira De Odoru
神の石があったとして
kami no ishi ga atta toshite
僕らすでにプログラム
bokura sudeni puroguramu
遠外の奥のプリンタイの
tōgai no oku no purintai no
陽方陽量あたまうち
yōhō yōryō atamauchi
踊っているの
odotteiru no?
踊らされているの
odora sareteiru no?
でもまだ
demo mada
遠外の奥で音はなってるんだ
tōgai no oku de oto wa natteru n da
ねえ、もういいかい
nē, mō ii kai?
抗えないまま
aragaenai mama
操作され続けてるんだ
sōsasaretsuzuketeru n da
見失っていくはアイデンティティ
miushinatteiku wa aidenthithi
もういいよ
mō ii yo
義満におぼれても
giman ni oborete mo
踊らされてはいないさ
odora sarete wa inai sa
打ちたてるはずだろうアイデンティティ
uchitateru hazu darou aidenthithi
大志を重ねて
taishi o kasanete
散布する声は
sanpusuru koe wa
ただ少々を伴い続けて
tada shōsō o tomonaitsuzukete
喉を刺す
nodo o sasu
三つで言葉を覚え一三で感傷に浸る
mittsu de kotoba o oboe ichi san de kanshō ni hitaru
何度も何度も繰り返して結局
nan do mo nan do mo kurikaeshite kekkyoku
何にも何にも満たないじゃいない
nani ni mo nani ni mo manan jainai
醜い醜い醜い醜い
minikui minikui minikui minikui
集体をさらしても
shūtai o sarashite mo
もういいかい
mō ii kai?
抗おうとして
aragaou toshite
操作され続けてるんだ
sōsasaretsuzuketeru n da
消え去っていくのは自己の証明
kiesatteiku no wa jiko no shōmei
もういいや
mō ii ya
手のひらの上で
tenohira no ue de
踊って踊らされて
odotte odora sarete
すり減るカカトボネに悟られる
suriheru kakatobone ni satora sareru
定年の果てに
teinen no hate ni
立ち尽くしたら
tachitsukushitara
こん無常にも定死していく
kon mujō ni mo teishishiteiku
血肉の対道
ketsuniku no taidō
the end
the end
Dance in the Palm of Your Hand
If there were a god's will
We're already programmed
In the depths of the other side
A forecast of the printout
Head-on collision
Are you dancing?
Or being danced?
But still
There's a sound in the depths of the other side
Hey, had enough?
While unable to resist
Continuously being manipulated
Losing sight of identity
That's enough
Even drowning in betrayal
You're not being danced
You should be the one striking identity
Layering the body blows
The voice of approval
Just keeps supporting the suspicion
Piercing the throat
Remembering words in threes
Reaching enlightenment in one and three
Repeatedly, in the end
Nothing is learned
Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly
Even exposing the protagonist
Had enough?
Challenging
Continuously being manipulated
What disappears is self-evidence
That's enough
On the palm of your hand
Dancing, being danced
Realizing in the cracked bone
At the end of modesty
If you stand still
Even in this transient world
The movement of blood
the end