I simply tumble straight down the sloped road
If even that is "living", then it has a meaning

In a vision error that sneaked in, the entire world is brimming with darkness
My "delusion" reflects a tomorrow filled with rubble
The thing that seems to grasp the meaning that was born
Is negated by the black and whiteness...

So sorrow is
A disordered biography that doesn't know
That the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt
Because we'll reject the scenery
That the ostentatious rule tacked up and painted on, we won't be lost anymore
In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that

What's killing life is just that gaze
If the 'levels' of dimensions are constructed
In accessing my depth psychology, the resonance toward invisible despair
That my hands cannot reach even on my own is a "catharsis"
In the pain of feeling superiority, the sheep become a flock
And their fate preface is drawn

So sorrow is
The madness of even looking down and searching for a place called 'the sky'
Where a voice that seems to scream turns into numbness
The prophet's aphrodisiac is like a cheat code
And it stimulates us, but we already know it
It's not an illusion that turns into chaos, what's the meaning of life?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that

So sorrow is
A disordered biography that doesn't know
That the warping sky-blue and the stirring of earth have come to a halt
Because we'll reject the scenery
That the ostentatious rule tacked up and painted on, we won't be lost anymore
In the superiority of lies that turn into chaos, what is the meaning of light?
Filthy Defiler Disgrace, I'm fine with even that