Lyric

Beneath the Rashomon gate, a thief stands alone

Dodging the rain and wind, unsure of the road ahead

Should I die of hunger, or steal to survive?

My heart wavers, sinking into the night

From the tower above, I saw an old woman pluck the dead

Her hands trembling, yet she speaks of keeping life

The thief feels both anger and pity in her sight

Right and wrong are merely tools to stay alive

Ah, the demon is not outside

It lurks within the human chest, like a shadow

We fear the darkness within

And question the fate of right and wrong

Even the righteous commit wrong

Even the wicked show mercy

The contradictions that echo through Rashomon

Are the true fate of humankind

“Humans walk between the path of Buddha and the path of scoundrels

This is the fate of man. This absurdity is the natural law.”

The thief decides to steal and live

The awakened demon smiles within his chest

Human hearts are the true shadows of Rashomon

Right and wrong are merely tools to survive

Shadows flicker, listening to the wind

The boundary of good and evil questioned in the heart

Beneath Rashomon, humans pause

Contradiction is my path, etched into my chest

From the depths of darkness, the demon awakens

Testing human hearts as shadows sway

Right and wrong exist only to survive

Contradiction is human nature, now revealed

Even the righteous commit wrong

Even the wicked show mercy

Contradiction is human nature, echoing in Rashomon

Within human hearts, the demon laughs

“It is easy to blame the cruelty of others

But without cruelty in your own heart, you cannot understand another’s.”

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