Lyric

I wanna sleep... but I wanna do something, too

Searching for a "right" that’s never quite true

Not exactly wrong, but not exactly right

Just a shadow dancing in the middle of the night

I wanna try, but I’m paralyzed by the fall

Fingers frozen, while my mind climbs the wall

How did the people of the past get through?

Crossing the anxiety that I’m feeling too?

I wanna step into you, deep and wide

But don’t you dare step into my inside

"Mendokusai"—it’s a drag, it’s a chore

But I keep on doing it, and coming back for more

In this silent room, the options start to bloom

A garden of choices, a harbinger of doom

I’ve got enough reasons to just walk away

To fold my hands and call it a day

Even in the darkness, I’m gonna take a stride

Even if my voice is shaking deep inside

I keep moving forward...Still Asleep

The big picture isn't solid, I can’t see the frame

...Wait, the whole vision’s already got a name

Combining the parts, creating the groove

But the pieces are messy, they refuse to move

Drawing the details, the background, the lines

While the story is weaving its complex designs

Even the storyboard is interesting, I know

I can feel the pull, I can feel the glow

Layering the colors, then stripping them bare

Until only the silhouette is standing there

"Wait... I’m the one doing this, right?"

(Short laugh)

"I see."

Searching for "Cospa" in a meaningless void

A contradiction that I’ve always employed

Efficiency, speed—that’s the lie I tell

While I’m taking the long way through this mental hell

Pretending I’m satisfied, pushing it back

Falling off the rails, losing the track

"...Fu."

Silence is a part of the rhythm I choose

The notes I don’t play are the ones I won’t lose

Not making a sound—that’s a choice of the will

In the middle of the noise, standing perfectly still

Even if it’s invisible to everyone’s eyes

The meaning is here, beneath the disguise

I keep moving forward...False Dream

"Mendokusai"—it’s a drag, that’s the truth

The anthem of my heart since the days of my youth

But I’m doing the things that are hardest to do

Doing them over until they are through

I’m not running away, I’m not lost in the grey

I’m just taking the long way to find the day

The light might be weak, but the heat is still there

A temperature rising in the cold midnight air

I keep moving forward...Still Asleep

...Still

My eyes are closed

But even so...False Dream