Jibaku Shounen Band - No.7 Lyrics

[TV Version]

So
Let's talk, Number Seven

Eh? Huh? From joy to sorrow, past and future
(hey hey) Just like a shadow spreading over the stairs
(Secret, secret, nothing concrete, just a story)
A sweet fruit mixed with unreality

Yeah yeah, you've repeated it to me three times already.
(C'mon c'mon) In serious trouble, you are not listening at all
(Secret, secret, no expectations, an unknown story)
It's just a rumor, the delusion of reality

This falsehood like the ideal growing season, make it morning, noon and night
Purification of the six roots of perception is foolish, grass for the scythe that doesn't grow
The seven faults are incomplete
Because we are incomplete, we struggle

Every words, waving a blade
Wearing the laughing mask of lies
(You are alone) Getting hurt for the sake of another
In the space between crime and punishment,
There's definitely someone
In that place where no one is there

Let's talk, Number Seven
Hey, tell me more

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[Full Version]

So
Let's talk, Number Seven

Eh? Huh? From joy to sorrow, past and future
(hey hey) Just like a shadow spreading over the stairs
(Secret, secret, nothing concrete, just a story)
A sweet fruit mixed with unreality

Yeah yeah, you've repeated it to me three times already.
(C'mon c'mon) In serious trouble, you are not listening at all
(Secret, secret, no expectations, an unknown story)
It's just a rumor, the delusion of reality

This falsehood like the ideal growing season, make it morning, noon and night
Purification of the six roots of perception is foolish, grass for the scythe that doesn't grow
The seven faults are incomplete
Because we are incomplete, we are struggle

Every words, waving a blade
Wearing the laughing mask of lies
(You are alone) Getting hurt for the sake of another
In the space between crime and punishment,
There's definitely someone
In that place where no one is there

Let's talk. Number Seven

(Umm, umm, umm, umm, a secret
It's a secret just for you that I heard somewhere)
Even if it's the fragile truth blended in an urban myth
(Secret, secret, nothing concrete, just a story)
Pretend a rumor from that day like that

It was just a fleeting moment, the dance of the two overlooked it.
The same thing in different names, deepening path, one, two, three, death
A mirror that doesn't look at the upcoming future, as if I'd show it in silence!
All or nothing*, Let's talk to the eighth. Wait. There isn't an eighth

If you even repent the four-leaf,
It's the four types of suffering and agony**, sought after by many
Fall seven times and receive punishment
Come, come, bizarre
I have eight faults, still incomplete
Because we are incomplete, we are struggle

Every words, waving a blade
Feigning innocence, overlapping laughter and lies
(never going)
Pretending to be fine and fooling others
In the space between crime and punishment,
There's definitely someone standing all alone
In that place.

Hide the past and conceal the name, beyond the ruling fate
We already changed it once, so let's change it again
Pray pretty please
Thrust right at what we were clinging to
"Nothing will change"
If that's the answer, great.

Every words, waving a blade
Wearing the laughing mask of lies
(You are alone) Getting hurt for the sake of another
In the space between crime and punishment,
There's definitely someone
In that place where no one is there

Let's talk, Number Seven
Hey, tell me more

[* 一か八か (all or nothing) is literally "one or eight"]

[** 八苦 (agony) is "eight sufferings"]