ネガティブモンスター [Negative Monster] [English translation]

Self-denial as a shield

Defense of mind and body

Is nonexistent

A lid to a pot, no, less

Gossip to dispel the grief

Self important on the Web

a.k.a.

Mr. blah blah whatever superficial guy

Hey

Miss concerned about self-cutting

No

With a serious face the slashes line up///

With a camera's flash, your life hits a crash

With that mindset, you're gonna be broken later

Negative campaign

Contrived, with dead eyes

Consolation meetings means xxxx on a locked account

Silent net stalker, disgraceful paranoia

Weakest egoist, distrust the inciters

Can't you do anything without written instructions?

Without the bad experiences you won't understand

A passably suspicious prescription, no exceptions now

Where are they connected, blooming chats

Randomly scatter at high speed

Those in the know know reality

There's no value to the disgraceful deceiving

That blurred way of talking, by any means

Your pride

You're dust

Where do you belong?

Your pride

You're dust

There's a graveyard

La la la

Conditions from an unnumbered crowd

I've had enough of abstract expressions

Moniker ego-search, anxious research

Exposed councilor, you want to evade it, right

Can you die? If so, GO

Yes, if NO then NO

When was the last time it was washed

That pillow cover. Escaping the slander. And again

"Maybe I should die..."

If so then if only you'd put in the effort yesterday

The Negative Monster

With dead eyes, tonight too, don't stop

No falling ill or stopping

A flower bed for your persecution complex

Nails sweet so they're the remains

Freeloader insect acting so self-important

Wow what a weak taste, livestock, switch on

Yes, fantasy, lies, truth

Unforeseen accident

At the edge of the bottom of your heart, but

Even though today's today, in this scornful talk

Like-minded friends drink and play

Your pride

You're dust

Where do you belong?

Your pride

You're dust

There's a graveyard

La la la

Just like a lost kid, pathetic

Let's pity, but end it there

Head over heels when you lower your head

I become a trigger

You can pull me, at the person nearby

Protection, a ridiculous story

Sound, words, everything fluent

The axis rattles, unfixable

You, despising, corroding

The confusion of blood at 1 o'clock

Putting on the armor of innocence

A cathartic instinct, just a little dog

Flowers in water and the straw in the wound

You're looking quite threadbare

A reason intuitively lacking

You don't get the joke... here's a hint: mirror

You change the trivial things

A world you obviously can't see

Dependent on the self, dependent on you

What do you want to do?

That's something that I don't understand

• Artist:DAOKO
• Album:GRAVITY