Lyric

The guy who draws a line on the floor with duct tape that says "up to here"

Standing so as not to cross the line

Only talking about dreams that have crossed the line

Sighing according to the manual

"It can't be helped" is his catchphrase

Desperately clinging to the fragile rules

Step over the boundary line

Kick it so hard that it bleeds

The voices laughing and saying "No way"

Turn it all into noise

Repaint the boundary line itself

The frame that was drawn with chalk that day

From the safe zone for the incompetent

We deliberately fall

Stopped at a red light

Looking at your phone with a pale face

While waiting for someone's signal

Only the chance runs a red light

"I don't want to get hurt," you say

The trigger remains unfired

While searching for a way to avoid missing

You rot away

Step over the boundary line

Even if you scrape your knees, just laugh

"It's dangerous," you say, your hands trembling

Embrace that trembling hand

Rewrite the boundary line

To a direction not shown on the map

"Safety first," the world that's been marked

We'll deliberately turn it inside out

Inside the line, a lukewarm light

Outside the line, breathing is painful

Which one is alive

Which one is dead?

A life without falling down

There's no place to get back up

Will you protect "I can't"

Or will you destroy "Maybe I can"

Step over the boundary line

Jump over it with trembling feet

"That's crazy," laughs the voices

"It won't be in the next textbook"

Let's burn away the boundary line along with it

Once it turns to ashes, we can draw again

Amidst the scribbles full of failures

We finally let out our first cries