Because they think it's just a matter of time
You don't even know how to spoon-feed
The words you made up
I still can't get them down my throat

I'm sure the last bite tastes like honey

I'm sure you'll know loneliness
And you will know loneliness.
Yes, this must be a bad dream
You are deformed

The one-way conflict is not funny now
Still waiting for the train that never comes
I've been looking away from the gap that opens up in an instant
Now it's falling apart at a steady pace

If you eat well, don't forget your misfortunes

Appearances are replicas
If you're prepared to go light.
You don't know what pain is anyway.
What are you going to do now?

I don't have any expectations.
I can't even afford to.
You'll give up sooner or later.

Life is a series of painted shames.
You've got to get over that.
Yeah, that's probably another bad habit.
You've cried and spilled.

You'll have to paint over more shame.
And you'll know loneliness.
Yes, this must be a bad dream
I was deformed.