Lyric

In the distance, I hear my own hallucinations

A chaotic, bubbling story

Twisting combs, producing defective pieces

Breaking pencils, hurting my hands

A failure, bowing low, losing games I sweep away

Teeth black and wobbly, I don’t wanna go to the dentist

Chips wobble in my hand, the more I chew the better they taste

What am I supposed to do with this?

No matter if I throw it or eat it, the stress won’t go

No regrets, just desire-filled daily life

The living room’s a mess, flies gather, a festival

Overflowing manga in storage, will it survive a disaster?

A failure, bowing low, losing games I sweep away

Teeth black and wobbly, I don’t wanna go to the dentist

Chips wobble in my hand, the more I chew the better they taste

What am I supposed to do with this?

A failure, bowing low, losing games I sweep away

Teeth black and wobbly, I don’t wanna go to the dentist

Chips wobble in my hand, the more I chew the better they taste

What am I supposed to do with this?

What am I supposed to do with this?