"I feel trapped inside" In control LISTEN TO CIRCUS'S DETAIL! KAFU supremacy C2A!!!
Lyrics: Everyone is trapped. Their egos are writhing. Incomplete imitations and outdated songs are staring at me. But that pure initial impulse has died at some point. Who am I, who holds up my pen here now, and what am I living for? The answer I come up with with my vulgar mind is the scent of a worn-out piece of trash. After a series of boring cut-and-pastes, I have completed a copy that has been copied countless times. With brilliant people running rampant, how much value do I have? A rating that doesn't seem fair does not value me... (Because it's an ugly excuse, I will skip the rest lol) The statement that ability can be revealed by minimizing information is not something that can be accepted without reservation, and it only creates arrogance. The edgy acting has become stale because we wanted something "out of the ordinary." The "shocking developments" that have become saturated are still like flavored gum. I knew that the utopia we desire doesn't exist anywhere. So I can just make it myself. I don't need to listen to what outsiders say. No matter what the conclusion, I have no choice but to create it. So, I will begin the experiment. Ah! A melody woven by impulse It wasn't supposed to be like this! The voice gradually grew quieter. It was buried in anonymity. The regret was engraved in my brain, and it was a terrible, fake smile like an artificial flower. You have become like that too. Even though no one has any idea what the answer is here. Everyone was seeking this, and perhaps it is the deeds of ugly people... Another person realized the reality, and somewhere in the world, the curtain fell. Poor thing.
