Death Game
The life that was blown out is at the opposite side of the TV radio
Even with full HD gloss, tragedy isn't reflected vividlyResentment is the β-test that curses the vicious world at the netEmpty, not empty, if I finish watching today night's variety showwhat wouldn't get out from my room, would be the adverse effects of my communication insufficiencyIt is a weekly published second-handed opinion*, but the people in question are not aware of that.The feelings that can't be conveyed by saying them with just irony, arethe poor quality products covered in dust at the other side of the convenient store's first corner
Ah I didn't know that one tear drop excels the sea
This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death GameIs there something beyond the 365 days of derision?The one strangling our necks is someone here insideunable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circleWho's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?
The sanest one is also the most humorousThe most correct might as well be the most evilThe trivial thing that's overlooked, can also cut our necks in our sleepYou can't show your back to the guy who says "Relax"A murder's weapon surpasses the value of one single personIn a sealed room of paranoia, the one trusting is only meWith impatience cornered, I could make it on time if it's now but,The scream "Save me" is someone else's affair somewhere
Ah I didn't know that one tear drop excels the sea
This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death GameIs there something beyond the 365 days of derision?The one strangling our necks is someone here insideunable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circleWho's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?
There's no Justice nor Evil. Facts are more ridiculous than talesI can't even see the shadow of the villain who acts in bad faithif you manage to survive this world's upcoming epilogueBe wary of the most correct guy. Be wary of you yourself first.
This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death GameIs there something beyond the 365 days of derision?The one strangling our necks is someone here insideunable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circleWho's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?