Lyrics - VULGAR english
Even blood that pours down from the slash wound to the chest needs a reason, right?
Don't Humans feel at ease by hurting other people?
Why do you look so disgusted?
Deep inside, you deceive yourself with things you don't know, right?
Will we ever understand each other? Is it you not wanting to?
This is the garden of suicide. Are you having fun?
Will my dreamd come true at that garden?
You don't have a reason to live in front of you?
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In front of you is a box garden full of all of you people's lies and deceits.
Brainwash makes us sing a sorrowful song.
People in waves, they sing along.
For the country to prosper. For the country to prosper. It's the country's song.
It's a bomb that's just covered up.
Freedom Love Riot Power
whores and prostitues City of illicit sales
Politics Poverty Dictatorship Nuclear.
Is there such thing as freedom inside us?
Other then Victory the result is destruction.
Being Supervised + the result equeals despair
For the country to prosper. For the country to prosper. It's the country's song.
It's TI that's just covered up.
SPARK SUBLIMINAL VISION
L&P Love and peace is vanished
It's a city of destruction, and it's called Freedom.
Beautiful Fireworks light the night as children smile with joy.
Cheering voices all around. Execute Firearm
Penetrates inside ONE TWO in the cranium ONE TWO THREE
Sounds of a firearm swirl like the whirlwind as it strike the ears.
The prison guard jumps and screams in laughter.
People's emotions swirl in a whirlwind. Rebellion Felony
Shoot away ONE TWO Children ONE TWO THREE
Cleanse away. People scream
Awakening Awakening Awakening Awakening
SPARK AND SPARK
Примечания:
1. [TI] - technical information
2.[L&P] - Love&Peace
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is a show of just a 8mm tape and my memory.
I'm in love with a naked blonde.
Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Show.
Your name is Jely Anne. Ladies and gentlemen, it's a show time.
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is The All Natural Dissection Show.
I love that girl with the blue eyes.
Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Deadly Cold Show.
I jump on you. I implant. It's the Adult Movie.
It's a Take Out Adult Movie
It's the Dead, and the Out. Adult Movie.
Killing me softly
Cherry Strawberry. It's Very Very Good
Jely Inspire
Bye-bye Miss Jely
Goodbye. Kiss me. This is The Elegant Black Joke Show.
Body pierce and Milkshake. Lies and Love.
Goodbye. I kiss you. This is The Slashers' Fun Show.
I jump on you. It's the Late Show Adult Movie.
Kategorize. It's a garden with no pulse.
People's voices all bunched up.
A small girl, a dreamer who sells her body.
It starts
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out?
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast.
A dream is a dream, inside the delicate dream the little girls dreams of.
Kategorize
Who's back is it? The back of a small figure that dreams?
It starts
Even if they kill the voice or hide in the dark, who's back is it going to be tonight?
Tomorrow, again the night will lead to hell, where the bright demons hide...
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. When will she come out?
A girl inside the box. Inside the box. It's the demon's feast.
In the season, the month of April, the song written on the sand vanishes.
At the bottom, it is a dark and endless tomorrow. To meet, to say goodbye under the blue sky.
The end of summer, I met the sea.
What is love if it justs drifts away and it's gone?
What did I pray to the sun that I know I can't reach, and turn it to ashes?
I can't seem to end it, so again I pick up the pieces of you that disappeared in the sand.
He sings the song written on the sand with his head down,
keeping his voice down, and underneath it.....
The tears from the sky hit me. Everyone looks so happy.
You are not here by me on my left side. The breeze is in blur from last year.
I met you in early autumn.
The weight of sadness more than the weight of the pain.
Flowers blooms and flowers fall, but a flower is as it is a flower.
But also wish to change by tomorrow.
The spring when I looked for you the sand of the sea disappears.
In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here.
On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly I watch a local movie.
The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen.
The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.
Goodbye ..... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl.
The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries.
What you see is everything and there's no reason to that
Cut down your discomfort wings.
It's dyeing on you
Cut down your discomfort wings.
To a tomorrow that can't be reached
Children sing the church choir at the newly built church.
Whenever I walk past it, my heart screams.
There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future.
Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.
Why can't we be perfect?
Why can't it be?
The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up.
I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
Be freer.
Cut down your discomfort wings
But keep the door closed.
It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday, and outside the glass window, its irritating sunny as hell.
I prefer the rain. You know when you have those days? You just can't laugh.
If it's possible, somebody tell me my purpose to live.
I want to jump off from this life that's so ordinary.
No more whitewashing.
People stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all wet for not using an umbrella in the pouring rain
I'm hurting myself,a nd I don't even know it. I want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain has cleared up.
The social face, the private face, it's nice to see you use it both so nicely.
Well, thank you I haven't thrown away being human......
No more whitewashing
HUMAN GATE
shaba dababiba shubidabidaba duebidabidaba sharu
rarararan
Day by day, the innocence of my voice is being buried down.
Don't you think it's stupid? Being scammed by a same human being like yourself?
Please cry...just a little.
While you sit and cry on the bench, your future is like a crow that goes through garbage
Please cry...just a little.
The morning of the fourth Tuesday, I will soon be with my people.
HUMAN GATE
No more whitewashing.
You're a monkey, looking all honest all over the wall.
One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen
Shoot the guys who are just talk.
Am I insane? Is society pleased?
Suck suck suck'em all till the end mine death thirteen.
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around
Mouth to Mouth.
Can't hear the cry of the newborn baby, Honey looks down at the scaffold.
Stuffed inside the refrigerator is a sacrificed flower.
It's the highly praised Serial Horror Show.
Nobody's hell like mine
You're a Dancing Majestic Baby
The works of orange is Thirteen
Nobody's hell like mine
You're a Screaming Majestic Baby
A clockwork of Death Thirteen
Lets play with the chainsaw
SUCK ME
Living honestly is my good point and I have no bad points to my personality.
One Twelve Two Eleven Three Ten Four Nine Death Thirteen
Shoot him who just screamed.
Am I insane? is society pleased?
Suck suck suck'em all till the end mine death thirteen
It becomes reality as my wrist pricks. Ain't fuckin' around
Nobody's hell like mind
You're a Dancing Majestic Baby
The works of orange is Thirteen
Nobody's hell like mind
You're a Screaming Majestic Baby.
A clockwork of Death Thirteen
You were crying with an apple candy in one hand..walking into the twilight
[Where's Mommy?] Yours eyes shape of the moon burn inside my head
and I hold you.
It's August, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the Gion Hill.
The happy month of May that this child is looking forward to will not come.
Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
There the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone.
I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry.
I put the child to sleep by reading the child's favorite book.Good Bye.
Paper balloons fly high in the sky.
There the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts together until it's gone.
How many more years will it take for the tears to be all gone?
The sun sets, underneath the burial is the truth and....
13 o'clock in the afternoon, not a single sound of the wind can be heard.
Her body, still to this day, lie very quiet, underneath the tatami.
You're the one that's stupid. You're a pig; acting all honest but you hide your true self.
Can't hear anything. Can't feel anything. This is a place of contradiction.
My heart screamed out, you make fun of me like you make fun of my deaf left ear.
I know everyone isn't like that but I can't accept everything.
So I still, even now scream out in a hoarse voice to all you rotten people...
There is an answer, so writhe in agony and let your will to live come out.
Everyone's the same once they sin.
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered. It brings sadness and sorrow.
The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.
One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the cherry blossom tree,
with petals that bloomed too early. This story goes way back.
She was beautiful and pretty but there was something about her.
She had a very sad face. Her long hair hid her tears of late afternoon.
Through the forgotten seasons, this place still reminds me of her.
Time has made her disappear, as she was so delicate with her black and white scar.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
The sin is too deep to bear, as I hear the sound of darkness. Tonight it is spring.
the show booth
It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing her being colored by people.
She couldn't do anything but cry as her tears bloomed like the petals.
I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted the days with my fingers to the day I would see you.
The late afternoon sky lights the shed. The cherry blossom tree grew in back of it.
And underneath the tree, she lies hiding her scar with the sleeve
of her shirt hoping it would disappear just for a moment.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless. Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.
Time to escape, no time to lose
There's no way to go, for me
Laugh, BANZAI by force, but I сan't sing to your expectation
Identity Smash&Smash The guys with just all talk.
Dance I say, joyfully la la la. Don't wanna be a pig like you
Identity Smile&Smile Happy&Happy Are you happy?
He's simply a fool with no reason
Symbols of malice swirlin around
You know, money can buy everything
How many hangings tonight under the red moon "..."
How deep will it sink inside eating skin that doesn't match?
The snake makes way through the sheets and goes inside the uterus.
It can seem like a someiyoshino; a cherry blossom petal, that dances sadly.
The stain is the moon that's fulfilled, and the vomiting at night begins.
Don't you remember?
Color of faint... the night begins and people start to awe.
Color of pomegranate...sting with the prick and disappear far away.
How many secret hangings of the premature baby tonight under the red moon "..."
Blood Baby&Sacrifice
Don't you remember?
Color of Golden yellow... want to be the spider that stings.
Color of tears ... remembering the memories.
Color of faint... the night begins and people start to awe.
Color of pomegranate... sting with the prick and disappear far away.
Dying a Child
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Hurry&May
Child Prey
The reasons why one can't laugh from the heart
It's a simple reason
That's life
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Child is Burning
Kiss Me Kill Me Love Me
Kiss me Deadly
The spring breeze makes the uneasy sound as my dreams crumble and my future brakes.
I have no more......
I want to be with you more. I want to be near you.
I try to hide my weak tears behind a smile, but I can't hide anymore.
My years of dreaming, at the end, will my true self be there?
I tried so hard to bear with it. I even put out my hand. But what it all comes down to was now;
We're in hell under control of him
So this is the end I tell you, Lights will be turned off and the stage will turn to darkness.
Let me hear your voice more. I still want to be here.
Goodbye to an anonymous girl I loved from my heart.
I remember the promise we made, by the spring breeze I felt in my back.
My tears mix with blood, and it brings to life my new dream in my heart.
Until our voices go out at last.
Lets sing until our voices go out.