Money, businesses and efficiency Those are the kind of things I have to start worrying about Aren't they? I mean, in school they keep talking about taking responsibility and collective action Telling us it's for the future, a meaningless future that doesn't even exist "The ideal person", "A proper person" When you put it like that, people start to seem so filthy The virtual world and delusions naturally start looking far more beautiful Ahh, what's up with these feelings, I’m not acting human at all Words like "lonely", or "lovely" Can't even begin to describe it A unfathomable and unobserved sight Like a nameless flower This wailing is in full bloom In my desolate heart I can’t even move, I can't even do what I want, An unstable, undeveloped declaration Words can't even begin to describe it An unawakened and unfinished spell To rise up against reality and society "I’m studying how to be a proper person right now, and I think that if I live according to the theory Following everything I'm taught to the letter, as it's the right thing to do But that isn't really all there is to it, right?" Someone told me I wasn't right when I thought that wasn't right Then what is this feeling? It's something far from love I can’t quite call it excitement, I can’t quite describe this twisted emotion Is it not beautiful? Is this beauty wrong? Then I don't need this world, I want to keep believing what I believe in Feeling pains like "I want to die", or "I want to live" Will only make people hate you But this unfathomable and undeveloped statement Is likely the only thing I can trust in Always helpless in this unknown reality It's so hard to live I can’t even move, and my desolate lungs rang out An unpredictable proof of heresy An incomplete and unstable spell To make flowers bloom on your screen To rebel against society and reality To keep going like this And become a pure, proper and honest adult Is one possible correct answer But everyone must understand they can’t be satisfied with that Isn't that right? I wouldn't be singing this song in a place like this, if I could be satisfied with that I wouldn't be suffering this much I wouldn't be dancing in a place like this I wouldn't be shouting out these feelings I wouldn't be able to become this beautiful I wouldn't be having this much fun This unfathomable feeling, made from my trampled, hardened tears Has no name A unfathomable and unobserved sight Like a nameless flower This wailing is in full bloom In my desolate heart I can’t even move, I can't even do what I want, An unstable, unfinished sight Words can't even begin to describe it An unfathomable and unfinished spell To fight reality and society with Money, businesses and efficiency That's not what it's all about, right? Things like love and friendship can't be measured like that That I could find the uncertain sight of my battered heart so beautiful Is surely proof I'm human