That expressionless face, looking so joyful
The brains walk away, one by one
My ridiculous, ageless face remains among them
How many more years will it keep lingering there?
I'll kill it

I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP HURTING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP FESTERING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP ROTTING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
YOU WILL END UP DESPISING ME

GO FxxK MYSELF INTO NOTHING

In gentle fields and forests,
A crimson sea of wrists is in bloom
will I, nill I
I fall into the beckoning applause of the void
"You—die here, now"
"You—come on, just die already"
On this sunlit hill, lit by countless blades

You once called me a saint
You once said my unending hell is a lie

"…CREEP" "…GROSS" "…DISGUSTING"
You laugh with them—so who the hell was I, all the while I was alive?
"…CREEP" "…GROSS" "…DISGUSTING"
Their leaking brain-juice spills, filling everyone's hearts
No one has wished for this filth's suicide more than I have
Behind your bursting smiles, just devour my wretched loneliness

In gentle fields and forests,
Crawling bugs born from bloodstained hands emerge
will I, nill I
I drown in this slithering emptiness
If only I—could die here, now
If only I—come on, just die already
On this sunlit hill, where countless shadows burst apart

COME AT ME

I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP HURTING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP FESTERING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
I WILL END UP ROTTING YOU
I WANT, I WANT, I WANT TO TOUCH YOU
YOU WILL END UP DESPISING ME

To protect this wretched self,
I kill myself without hesitation

GO FxxK MYSELF INTO NOTHING