プシケルガー (Psyche Luger)

To find the value of living
You have to solve existing's meaning
That heart that's done nothing but play around
Is nothing at all
It's has no meaning anymore
On the corner of the rooftop
I see you were crying once again
Why am I a person who isn't needed by anyone, should I even exist?

Words are repeated, repeated, repeated, over and over
Even if repeated
It seems I'll forget everything
It doesn't matter whether it's important to anyone
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die
I lie, over and over again
But no one even noticed my thoughts
Though just like everyone else, I can't say that I understand them

From now on, I'll just run away
I've dived into this world while looking away
You and I, that jerk, him and her
Everyone probability states that no one will care
Though I'll someday just throw it all away
Kissing the asphalt really hard with my face
You and I, that jerk, him and her
Everyone will put on fake names from day's so far bygone

Since then, I've been crying all the time
Cursing the Future they called medicine
You and I, that jerk, him and her
Everyone, you let everything keep slipping away
Until I finally just throw it all up
To these feelings that are better off lost?
You and I, that jerk, him and her
Everyone will suffer as your pretending's deceiving

This puor melted soul, this pit is all that's left of my stomach yet it
Dances as I who killed everyone can't even seem to die too
Even as all these moral sentiments really try there best to strangle me
Gazing at all these needles, all I see is you
Who along with me killed them all too yet your just laughing while saying to me
Don't you know these kind of delusions don't really exist in reality