Thoughtcrime
人に優しいあんたにこの心がわかるものか
hito ni yasashii anta ni kono kokoro ga wakaru mono ka
人を呪うのが心地いい、だから歌を書いていた
hito wo norou no ga kokochi ii, dakara uta wo kaiteita
朝の報道ニュースにいつか乗ることが夢だった
asa no houdou nyuusu ni itsuka noru koto ga yume datta
そのために包丁を投げる
sono tame ni houchou wo toideru
ガラスを叩きつける音、何かの髪を破くこと
garasu wo tatakitsukeru oto, nanika no kami wo yabuku koto
さよならの後の夕日が美しいって、君だってわかるだろう
sayonara no ato no yuuhi ga utsukushii tte, kimi datte wakaru darou
カラスの歌に茜
karasu no uta ni akane
この孤独も今音に変わる
kono kodoku mo ima oto ni kawaru
面影に差した日暮れ
omokage ni sashita higure
爪先立つ、雲が焼ける、さよならが口を滑る
tsumasakidatsu, kumo ga yakeru, sayonara ga kuchi wo suberu
認められたい、愛したい
mitomeraretai, aishitai
これが夢ってやつか
kore ga yume tte yatsu ka
何もしなくても叶えよ、早く、僕を満たしてくれ
nanimo shinakutemo kanaeyo, hayaku, boku wo mitashite kure
人に優しい世間にこの寝耳がわかるものか
hito ni yasashii seken ni kono netami ga wakaru mono ka
いつも誰かを傷つける機会を探してる
itsumo dareka wo nagureru kikai wo sagashiteru
ビール瓶で殴る街灯、投げるギターの折れる音
biiru bin de naguru gairotou, nageru gitaa no oreru oto
戻らない後悔の全部が美しいって、そう言うのさぁ、僕だってわかるのに
modoranai koukai no zenbu ga utsukushii tte, sou iu no saa, boku datte wakaru no ni
言葉の雨に打たれ
kotoba no ame ni utare
秋惜むまま冬に落ちる
aki oshimu mama fuyu ni ochiru
春の山の後ろからまたひとつ煙が立つ
haru no yama no ushiro kara mata hitotsu kemuri ga tatsu
夏風が頬を滑る
natsukaze ga hoho wo suberu
人に優しいあんたにこの孤独がわかるものか
hito ni yasashii anta ni kono kodoku ga wakaru mono ka
死にたくないが生きられない、だから歌を書いている
shinitakunai ga ikirarenai, dakara uta wo kaiteiru
罵倒も失望も嫌悪も僕への興味だと思うから
batou mo shitsubou mo keno mo boku e no kyoumi da to omou kara
人を傷つける歌を書いてる
hito wo kizutsukeru uta wo kaiteru
こんな中身のない歌を書いてる
konna nakami no nai uta wo kaiteru
君の言葉が飲みたい
kimi no kotoba ga nomitai
居れ物もない両手で受けて
iremono mo nai ryoute de ukete
いつしか喉が潤う
itsu shika nodo ga uruou
その時を待ちながら
sono toki wo machi nagara
カラスの歌に茜
karasu no uta ni akane
この孤独よ今歌に変われ
kono kodoku yo ima uta ni kaware
さよなら、君に茜
sayonara, kimi ni akane
僕は今、夜を待つ
boku wa ima, yoru wo matsu
また明日、口が滑る
mata ashita, kuchi ga suberu
Thoughtcrime
Can this heart understand someone who is kind to people
It feels good to curse people, that's why I wrote songs
Dreaming of being on the morning news someday
That's why I throw knives
The sound of smashing glass, tearing someone's hair
You know that the sunset after goodbye is beautiful
Crimson in the crow's song
Even this loneliness now turns into sound
Dusk cast on a trace
Standing on tiptoes, the clouds burn, goodbye slips from the lips
Wanting to be acknowledged, wanting to be loved
Is this what they call a dream?
Grant it without me doing anything, quickly, fulfill me
Can this suspicious mind understand the kind world
Always looking for opportunities to hurt someone
Hitting a streetlight with a beer bottle, the sound of a broken guitar being thrown
All the irretrievable regrets are beautiful, that's what they say, even though I understand
Struck by a rain of words
Falling into winter while regretting autumn
Smoke rises again from behind the spring mountain
The summer wind slides on the cheeks
Can this loneliness be understood by someone who is kind to people
I don't want to die but I can't live, that's why I write songs
Insults, disappointments, disgust, I think they're all just interest in me
I write songs that hurt people
I'm writing songs with such empty content
I want to drink your words
Receive them with empty hands
My throat will moisten before I know it
While waiting for that moment
Crimson in the crow's song
Loneliness, now turn into a song
Goodbye, crimson to you
I am now waiting for the night
Tomorrow again, slipping from the lips