the miniascape filled by irritation
choking roars from the underdog
fast life, you can play or cheat or mock
because it’s all quasi-free
the word "courtesy” is not in his dictionary
the law and the prison of children, control and baptism
see cowardice reflected in the muddy eyes
even if you've been attracted by talent and honor, and longed for them
always compromise and never trying to be smart, you’re doomed to be a slave
“keep playing all the way to the end”
how a vicious slogan
even if I grovel and swallow my tears
it never ends, and stays here with the terror
people say “it doesn't mean anything even if it's exposed”
like brainwashed accomplices
seeking helping hands, the voice still trembling
love is gone and the shades of night already fallen
if I work my fingers to the bone
even the preposterous ending
can be changed or not?
forged the hatred with the boiling body heat, and then
became like a sharp edge of the sword
“just wait for people to get bored of you,
and going to fall into decay like predecessors”
a sprouting future murder
even if I grovel and swallow my tears
told him “no one is coming”, and glaring into his face
there was no comfort from the beginning, right?
the wheezing caused by his own fault
helping hands, “violence”, tightly clasped
peace is gone and the curtain is about to rise
it’s sad to be at the bottom throughout life, right?
the boys had all the fun what they could ever want
and mingled with hellfire
dog-eat-dog, it's okay to be eaten now, right?
such a trivial thing, huh? agitator
staggeringly many piled up sins
couldn't handle them, and being like this
so, how do “you” feel about the end of “your” play?
and how many lives have been sacrificed and laughed at
let’s get the ending “you” deserve
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