[TV Version]

Lit up by the half-dead street lights
The shadows of people flicker on and off
With the smell of rubber and moisture in the air
There's too much talk to call this silence

Therefore, my point of view can't stay fixed
Slips over the stars and switches on to the northeast
Moths gather, but it's futile anyway
They'll burn down in their dreams, and there'll be nothing left

A ticket with no destination
An evening scenery at the end this life
Take me fast, to the wasteland
At the other side of the earth

Dog bones in the garden at summer,
Dates marked on piles of corpses
I'll step on all that to head for tomorrow,
With the notes of bronchitis
Sing until you spit up blood
The cold winds from the northern mountains
Radiates all around
And even the flowers blooming there
Is allowed to blaspheme

There's a departing whistle in my body
Blood is my escape route
Whenever I set out on a journey and come closer
Why does it drift farther away?
I scream with increased irritation
Today's scenery is fractured
A piece of it pierces the ground
February is an innocent shipwreck

Speed and friction, burning my organs.

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[Full Version]

Lit up by the half-dead street lights
The shadows of people flicker on and off
With the smell of rubber and moisture in the air
There's too much talk to call this silence

Therefore, my point of view can't stay fixed
Slips over the stars and switches on to the northeast
Moths gather, but it's futile anyway
They'll burn down in their dreams, and there'll be nothing left

A ticket with no destination
An evening scenery at the end this life
Take me fast, to the wasteland
At the other side of the earth

Dog bones in the garden at summer,
Dates marked on piles of corpses
I'll step on all that to head for tomorrow,
With the notes of bronchitis
Sing until you spit up blood
The cold winds from the northern mountains
Radiates all around
And even the flowers blooming there
Is allowed to blaspheme

I clicked my tongue at this town
-No, it's the town that clicked its tongue
There's a system of myths of the children in the sandbox,
And a god dwells in each grain of the sand

I get tangled, in this inseparable sociality
I cross over carelessly and spit at them
I close myself up and doubt the afterlife
I'll burn down in an unsightly way, and there'll be nothing left

On the division point of beasts and men
Silver flies swarm around life
Sperms make a pilgrimage to sacred grounds
It's too early to die in the snowfall

A love hotel along the highway
In the chaste twilight
With loss of words in dawn
The end of world is stammering
I choke as I swallow it down
The curtain drips with dew
Now life burns down
On the road is a winter galaxy

Straddling on the back of a truck, the years passed by
Flipped over at an intersection, and shed blood
As I watched it out the window, I heard the crackling sound of life burning

Speed and friction, sending off sparks
Speed and friction, burning my organs

There's a departing whistle in my body
Blood is my escape route
Whenever I set out on a journey and come closer
Why does it drift farther away?
I scream with increased irritation
Today's scenery is fractured
A piece of it pierces the ground
February is an innocent shipwreck

Speed and friction, burning my organs.