Lyric

Smell of the sea

Drip, drip

That night, the ocean whispered

No one knew

Something moved inside the silence

Raw oyster, soft and divine

Taste of heaven in one small bite

Night is falling

Huh...?

My stomach burns inside

Something... starts to move

Tiny pain begins to wake

A nameless god inside my gut shakes

The kingdom of my belly quakes

Now it rises!

My stomach’s on fire!

Heaven’s other side!

Raw oyster—Russian Roulette!

Vibrio Parahaemolyticus!

It starts to move—INSIDE!

People laugh

I only nod

Something’s turning deep inside

Quietly

Slowly

It’s getting close

It hurts... but I’ll be fine

I’ll be fine

They said, “Just cook it well.”

But

It wasn’t cooked enough

“I’m NOT fine anymore!”

Head is heavy!

Stomach aching!

A silent sound inside me screaming!

Vibrio Parahaemolyticus!

It goes berserk—again!

Fried oyster!

Oyster rice!

Oyster hotpot!

Oyster stew!

Oyster bowl!

Butter-grilled oyster!

Oyster with ponzu!

Tempura oyster!

Okonomiyaki oyster!

Oyster soup!

Oyster gratin!

Oyster pizza!

Oyster pasta!

Oyster ramen!

So tasty! But sometimes deadly!

Cook it right—heavenly delight!

Vibrio Parahaemolyticus!

EXTINCTION!