Lyrics - MACABRE english
vertigo
Ava Adam
torment
sacrifice
apostle
God, pain
to born
to taste the blood, zero
Notes: on russian
thick blooded birth in this child
I can see nothing but a tiny you unreflected
I start to want to eat and eat so cute.
I want to eat, approximately so lovely.
ah, why is the saw and the hammer and the pliers here, I wonder.
ah, why is it that this room is bloodstained..
ah, why did this little finger get dropped in this place.
ah, if thats so, my stomach is so full.
well, it seems as if I could be with child.
it's so wonderful
got for gimmick... devise
well, let's sleep let's see the dream
(blood . earth . lie . sky)
vomit inside the body
(body . god . box . beast)
otsukisamakirei deshou
(smell . neck . trap . black)
That person is inside a wall...
scarlet sweet a memory sketched as a spiral returns to the earth
deeper still laughing like you're tame in this inflamed evening
1999, November 5th 6:30pm and 27 seconds
B-type, I, a perfectionist from A-type, you, an insomniac
you teach only a little of the lie
I, claustrophobic, am so happy that
I gave you a present of a chastity belt (it suits you very well)
I with flawless principles, in this inflamed evening
while my arteries pulse
into your veins inject the halcyon
take out all the blood that there is
in this simple room
only one I decorated it by hanging
while looking at that
my feelings run wild, at my moistness
you're staring in shock
while showing 3 minutes of paradise a good feeling
hysteria TYPE-A
scarlet sweet a memory sketched as a spiral returns to the earth
deeper still laughing like you're tame in this inflamed evening
if time passes anyhow
this child will be born and will become you
deeper still show me your best, as this child is tamed
scarlet sweet
gouged freak
the real me is
being thrown down onto
the asphalt
in a flashback
two days time are seen
my weak self and "you who I love"
August 5th, Saturday not a cloud in the sky
from the top floor of this building if I notice, I'll inform of our parting
August 3rd, Thursday in my heart, a wound
the 6th wound it becomes torn, everything is broken everything
the first time we met, I noticed my own foolishness
always unbelieving of people wounding people
why didn't I learn of my love for you
having done this I cannot seem to forget this love but
I believe in happiness I don't seem to notice
alone I was crying I didn't seem to understand you
more than this more than this I don't want to be hurt
but only now, it's only you that I wanted to love
there's a time I made sure to forget, but now I want to hold you close
I believe in happiness I knew your past
I cannot forget in spite of you
more than this more than this I don't want to be hurt
but it's only you I cannot hold closely, reassuringly
August 5th in a sunny sky with no clouds
already this is the end spread across the ground, staring at myself
"I embrace you" "I stare at you" "I love you" "I will remember you"
On the day of the black moon, as my pupils dilate.
The black cat hung yesterday, only the eyes still glint sharply
On the day of the red moon, the cat watches me,
its pupils dilate.
The meat and the rotten mass,
"I've got 4 screws loose in my head"
Isn't that romantic?
Please god save me, I wanna put an end to it
put an end to my life right away, and hang my pitiful body.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho night when wings develop.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the p
sycho moonlit night and the romanticist.
On the moonless night,
I started to speak to the wall with my lower half...
even past eighteen I still have wet dreams
speaking of which you're a porno mag.
You're surely with me, putting the white powder on the spoon,
cook it over the fire, it bubbles up and melts,
then melts into this pitiful body.
My head spins, the room spins, here it comes.
Please god save me, I wanna put an end to it,
put an end to my life right way, and hang my pitiful body.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho night when wings develop.
white powder, expose my naked belly,
the psycho moonlit night and the romanticist.
RaP: a clean right hand is your hand, gradually getting uglier.
From the marrow of your bones GOD
the phantasmagoric right brain tells
natural genius, developed genius, grave sin
"That" I know, "That" I have, "That" I shoot up. BAD.
The white bed I wait in, an injection,
you, who is only my right hand,
entwining fingers, interlocking fingers with "that kind of me"
bound in the chastity belt, so very pretty and thin,
little by little by little I got sick of you.
So I hung you.
You're nothing but a pile o' scum
You just don't know it yet
You don't know anything - just a lump of meat
War breaks out - that's fine, too
Just the kind of world you were hoping for
You're a clown, dancing to the tune of Glory Glory
I wanna be an anarchist, too
I wanna be an anarchist, too
DEAD BORN
Sid Vicious
SusPicious
you, now where are you
my shadow is burned into the wall
in this time traces of the battlefield will be left behind, perhaps
you, now will become dust I, now will become ashes
with a splinter of glass this child's figure
a firefly lives short lily excited
this evening black rain and red sky
only old faded photographs
the days piling up on one another
fire lights up with a pinwheel
calmed the tears
in a basket, shivered, swayed
the baby laughs
la la goodbye
la la the evening grows late
this child you loved
you build up
now, by your side, go
with this child, the two of you
la la goodbye
la la the evening opens
on the water's surface, only you float, reflecting the middle of a battlefield
become the wind, the divine wind
and into the darkness disappear
bloom in the evening of our reunion
the glow of the firefly
become the wind, the divine wind
and into the darkness disappear
bloom in the evening of our reunion
the shape of the lilies
become the wind, the divine wind
bloom in the evening of our reunion
firefly's light and the flower of the lily
Notes:
1.[the divine wind] = "kamikadze"
devil come this way towards the clapping hands
where is the devil?
the devil is here
where is the devil?
the devil is this child
the devil is
the devil is you
the devil is you
the devil, maybe
Mama I dropped the Candy, Mama could I have another one please.
Hey Oni-san just try and tag me,
Young days spent playing at Gion.
Everyday Every Night rocked back and forth
on your back facing the new moon, with a lullabye
you're like a japanese doll
an expression that never changes
softly, eyes close
I sleep beside you
sleep well...
now I'm thinking of my own dead mother
and my child on top of those memories
today again, I play the harp's sound
turning, aimlessly, drifting, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, frollicking
"Mother and you and my new relation"
With out thinking I put my hand on your neck.
You say nothing and you do nothing.
I'm gonna sing the last lullaby for you while you smile at me.
I wonder why I fell in love with you.
Impossible love.
put your hands together
your tiny hands
an unsuitable dream
corpse and love
turning, aimlessly, drifting, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, collapsing
turning, aimlessly, frollicking
daddy mommy sad my favourite icecream is strawBerry
daddy mommy mad the name of the kitten I love is strawBerry
daddy mommy sad strawBerry flows from me
daddy mommy mad strawBerry flows from daddy
daddy mommy bad strawBerry flows from mommy
daddy mommy abuse a bruise on my body, adding another injury
I was born 9 years ago and every night, in bed
together with the cat I go to sleep
in the morning, without fail I put plenty of jam on my favourite bread
nothing changes, but
raspBerry jam
deep red icecream I'll let it all out
I quietly peeked into daddy's drawer there was something inside
carefully I got it out to see
when daddy and mommy settle down to sleep softly I'll creep up
shall I shoot straight through you?
I'm hungry I'll put jam on my favourite bread and eat it
pistol right at the forehead
raspBerry jam
fork in the left hand knife in the right hand
not a drop of water no remainders let's eat
spread your wings, you who wishes to fly dream of the swallowtail
it seems the snake skin suits you well white dream
the chattering rain strikes down you cannot even stir
only waiting, you've become the bait mouth open
from the chrysalis open your wings soon it seems you will fly away
you whose loveliness remains is now an adult
you loved in the flower honey you sipped, and drank
I always unnoticing fang peels
together bloom in profusion with escargot and foie gras, you are
you of the beautiful chrysalis show your soiled wings
shake me inside the stomach
you of the roses your wings come off
the skin of the snake suits you, doesn't it?
rotation rotating rotated
multiple answers life repeating
turn turning turned
you are dissolving, inflamed, becoming one will the joining suit you?
surely like a mermaid swimming in a pool of gastric juices surely like a swallowtail the chrysalis has wings
if you can forgive even a cruel animal
legs that have forgotten the ground will not leave
The thing called love disappears when it becomes solid.
the answer you whispered from behind me.
your back not overly jealous.
I fawn over you, pretending not to see it.
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
When I awoke, by my side was your face I've grown tired of seeing.
It's too much for you, all worn out.
The cold night froze even the cold moon
The moon sank and lit up the cold sea.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, prick me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
the wounds are too deep, i lose sight of what's before me,
just watching that figure
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
prick me with the thorn of a love, not loved and unable to love.
writhing in agony, aren't you ashamed to be so indecent?
you'll never be the same again but, pour the sweet saliva.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, prick me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
the transformation triggered by the musk
reflecting on the night of the hazy moon
displaced * tricky * wicked
the cleric's eye can't see, this demon.
the road of carnage which changed my self
lawlessness running rampant is a bull's-eye
searching the dark through this form, like a snake.
I've been put on the executioner's stage.
they jeer and laugh wickedly.
holding upon high my severed head, the peasants say,
"the kingdom of demons is upon us"
manners * nature * estrangement * demons
many peasants died.
the hope for peace was destroyed.
this life is revolting
this is a world of carnage.
manners * nature * estrangement * demons
I throw away myself, and become the carnage.
All the people with hearts, become nothing.
now its too late, everything is destroyed.
1cm deep 8cm wide a scar that will not disappear
a voice screaming out your name
surely it will not reach you my voice
but for now, I am okay
someday in my heart, you will..
tonight, too, I will dream a dream of you
beneath my pillow I placed your letter
my dream is too cruel my breathing interrupted
always, at 4:30am I awaken in pain
the time is too long
the time is too painful
the dream will not stop
my love is frozen, dead
on this cold evening
so, in this long night
my conciousness is torn apart
becoming tiny pieces
my memories scattering
your ring I grasp it as tightly as I can
my tears soaking my pillow
like I cannot hear blocked up my ears
your voice..
the scar on my wrist
increasing once more
melting into the wound you
I am broken the letter burnt becoming ashes
I am broken my heart broken becoming ashes
I am broken I lost you I love you
a heart too cold
that is
to where, deeply
to where, coldly
frozen, about
that heart
feels all things
like a deep red sun
burns and consumes everything
my scorched heart is feeling a buzzing sound
a telephone that wasn't ringing I wanted to stare at it
soon I turn the street corner where the two of us often saw films
together with the midsummer colours I recall that time
the midsummer sun my feelings piled up on the seasons
the wind that flowed past I can never reach you
I looked at you who had burst into tears it seemed so usual
only staring at you I could do nothing
A fragrance I don't know is it about that guy?
I didn't even notice the way you were already
after five years time are you happy with him?
at Teramachi, a chance meeting for some reason my heart aches
the midsummer sun my feelings piled up on the seasons
the wind that flowed past I can never reach you
a cold sun changes to a new colour
I cannot hide my scars colouring a new season
I can be wounded I am wounded people hide their scars, but
I myself will cross over, and show scars that become beautiful flowers
next eternity
An important thing " " A memory