Lyric

Trace the graphite, feel the grain
Paper cuts and a drop of rain
Logic is a fragile thing to hold
Especially when the coffee's getting cold
Keisangai no (Keisangai no) silence in the room
Flowers waiting for a reason to bloom

Friction on the edge of the night
No need for a guiding light
Yuganda lens (Yuganda lens) suits me fine
Walking on a jagged, broken line
Just me and the bass, keeping the time

Metaphors are cheap, so I'll be blunt
Life is just a long, expensive stunt
Searching for the frequency between
The gray space that nobody has seen
Yotei-doori nante (Yotei-doori nante) boring to death
Catching my logic, holding my breath