孤高の創世 (Kokou no Sousei / Solitary Genesis)

umarenagara oishi tsumi de aru ga yueni
rinri, haitoku kan osoreru koto nakare
osae kirenu shoudou kara no
katari kake ni mimodaeru

kagami utsusu sugata tousaku suru hodo ni
gisou [bad word] memai ga suru hodo ni
mushinkei na anata-tachi wa
naze ni 'shinjitsu dake o' to utsusu no ka

mi o eguru katarushisu

sore naraba isso kokoro ni soete
kono karada jouka sureba ii
kyozetsu e no higan shinka no keiji
shounou no kaoru SERUROIDO

gin no kami to akaku [bad word] GARASU no me de
tsukuri ageta nisete hi naru watashi e
umarekawaru toki ga kuru to utagaezu ni
sotto nadete idaita hitogata e no kogare

hito de aru ga yue no taete kienu yoku ni
hirei, kasan sareta nan garon mo no yuuutsu
zureta kachi o semeru yokuatsu
taegatakishi kanshou sha yo

ato sukoshi kanzen na utsuwa e to

sugekaeta karada kowareru hi made
oiru koto mo naku utsukushiku
kyozetsu e no higan shinka no mayu to
atatakasa suteta SERUROIDO

kuro no doresu kara wa zutto motomete ita
hosoku kyasha na shishi ga shi na ya nani nobi
shiro no reesu yurashi sotto aruki dasu no
omoiegaite ita kokou no sousei e

gin no kami to akaku [bad word] GARASU no me de
tsukuri ageta nisete hi naru watashi o
shibaru mono mo semeru mono mo ari wa shinai
kodoku dake ga watashi iyashi tsudzukete yuku

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By nature, we are sinful
Without fail, we fear morals
We tell ourselves to suppress our impulses
And our bodies writhe with the pain

The mirror reflects such a corrupted figure
The facade it casts is such an exhilaration
How does the truth
Reflect upon your insensitive skins?

It's the catharsis of hollowing out one's own body

If that's the case, then attach yourself to this body
By this you'll be purified of your deepest wishes
The evolution of the apocalypse
Has the sweet scent of camphor on a photo

My non-becoming was a lie, an imitation
Silver hair and profound crimson eyes of glass
Without a doubt, the time for change has come
I long for someone to caress and hold this human flesh

Through human life, greed dies and fades
The melancholy grows by gallons in proportion 
To the restrained condemnation of the merit that was slipped off
The intolerability of another's interference

But after a little while I'll become the perfect vessel

This incredible substitution of my body to the sun can't be broken
Nothing grows old, but neither is it beautiful
This photo was warmly cast aside with the refusal of your deepest wishes
And the evolution of your cocoon

This black dress has always been searched for
To flexibly stretch these graceless limbs
This white lace trembles softly with every step I take
And my thoughts draw out a solitary genesis

My non-becoming was a lie, an imitation
Silver hair and profound crimson eyes of glass
There are no longer things that bind or condemn
But only solitude can continue to heal