Kokou no Sousei (Magical Pokan OP - Senketsu no Chikai)

Umarenagara oisi tumide aruga yue ni
Rinri haitokukan osoreru koto nakare
Osae kirenu soudou karano
Katari kakeni mimoda eru

Kagami utusu sugata tousatu suru hodoni
Gisou utusidasite memai ga suru hodoni
Musinnkei na anata tatiha
Nazeni sinnziti dakewo to

Utusuno ka...
Mi wo eguru...
Catharsis

Sorenara ba isso kokoro ni soete
Kono karda jouka sureba ii
Kyozetu heno higan sinka no keizi
Shounou no kaoru celluloid...

Gin no kami akaku hukai garasu no me de
Tukuri ageta nisete ni naru watashi he
Umare kawaru tokiga kuruto utagaezu ni
Sotto nadete daita himuka he no kogare
Aaaah...

Hito de aruga yue no taete kienu yoku ni
Hirei kasan sareta nan garon mono yuutu
Zureta kati wo semeru yokuatu
Tae gatakisi kanshousha yo
Ato sukosi...
Kanzen na...
Utuwa he to...

Suge kaeta karada kowaru hi made
Oiru koto mo naku utukusiku
Kyozetu he no higan sinka no mayu to
Atataka sa suteta celluloid

Kuro no dress karaha zutto motomete ita
Hosoku kyasha na sisi ga sinayakani nobi
Shiro no resu yurasi sotto arukidasuno
Omoi egaite ita kokou no sousei he...
Aaaah...

Gin no kami to akaku hukai garasy no me de
Tukuri ageta nisete hi naru watashi wo
Sibaru monomo semeru monomo ariha sinai
Kodoku dekega watashi iyasi tudukete yuku...
Aaaah... 

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 the indifference of the creation of the world

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