Novel Core - RULERS Lyrics

Hey boy, what's wrong?
This is a battlefield
A rally of seething hatred, resistance of growth process
Don't even know how to adjust the murderous intent of the sword
Sweating body, Karma or Sin, how's that?
Usually, reality is a discordant melody
The speaker with cold-blooded stainless steel heart
Blinking after several times, Tempest returns in triumph again
Overarch the good and evil, survivors who no longer respond
Laugh like flowers, My Red
Even something want to protect
If it leaves from this palm
Things which want to destroy
Are the only things which can't be dеstroyed

Roar, that Madness
Dahlias are blooming
Whenever brandish, the distorted ruler
Reflecting contrasting justice
Betrayal Guerrillas
The scattering feathers
Like the ground where flying bird kicked
You do have too, right?
The things you don't want to hurt

That's the starting point of justice and evil
Originally same colors are assimilated
Tip of the blade with no malicious intent
Grazed somebody's face
Well then. assume to a neutral position
Actually, even a bystander is an accomplices
To hide this guiltiness
Get this hand dirty once again
Laugh like flowers, My Red
You and I are the same
Hurting each other and identified
Things which want to protect
Are the only things that break

Roar, that Madness
Dahlias are blooming
Whenever brandish, the distorted ruler
Reflecting contrasting justice
Betraval Guerrillas
The scattering feathers
Like the ground where flying bird kicked
You do have too. right?
The things you don't want to hurt

Aah, head hurts helplessly
Even push through this hustle and bustle, be beckoning to the next maze again
In between madness and joy, pleasure will satisfy the wavering feelings
There's no such thing. I fully understand
But the devil whispered again
This game is an endless cannon front
Getting something in return for loosing something
Numerous excuses and complains are just disturbing
Tailwind would be quickly changing to a headwind if you turn around
Even after thousand of years. the end of the road is never changed

Roar, that Madness
Humming an aria
Whenever looking back, the heart hurts
Lock the instinctive decision

Roar, that Madness
Dahlias are blooming
Whenever brandish, the distorted ruler
Reflecting contrasting justice
Betrayal Guerrillas
The scattering feathers
Like the ground where flying bird kicked
You do have too, right?
The things you don't want to hurt