Down the 8th line, central highway, a cicadas’ chorus orchestration.
Touchy, so you’re a spider, morals, deviancy amp, at war.
By-the-numbers charisma guise, china white, ecstasy, joker.
Small square room tunes, booze and ‘caster, call girl comedy.
Oh...
Upbeat? Downbeat? A faux intellectual fish.
Yeah, and what about it?
Oh...
All that learning, just gonna show it off, whoopee!
Now freaking go and fall.
Afternoon on repeat, city in smoke.
Sleep in the bed you make.
Anything and everything, rise high as dust,
Proof that you exist.
Are you ready?
Junky night, nothing to do ’bout it.
In one eye, 1-2-3.
Do you wanna?
Candy night, no sentiment to it.
Play it, one more time.
Let it go, No No No
While chittering things that mean nothing at all.
A sickly girl, all alone. Eyes rove to avoid her.
Again and again, “Jesus,” in broad daylight, crank and rendezvous.
You couldn’t become anyone, yet now you ask how come you’re no one?
In the metro bustle, runaway alternative, conflagration comedy.
Oh...
Original sin, sanction, false charges from the Whole Wide World.
Yeah, and what about it?
Oh...
Self-promotion, life support, cutoff equals death sentence.
Now freaking go and fall.
Monkey-men dancing a monkey dance.
They’re all clean-freak purists.
All worldly things will pass, flare up in flames.
Paranoia Revolution.
Are you ready?
Junky night, morph into a fool.
Your head goes 1-2-3.
Do you wanna?
Candy night, the world itself is sin.
Send it flying, one more time.
Be a tease, No No No
Numbed to the losing battle, now a bystander.
Out cold against the asphalt, phantom boy.
Slum, highway, neon, danger, monster,
Trapped, with nowhere you can go.
Force on a smile but there’s still tears.
Then let’s put an end to this misery with a bang.
Come now, pa-pa-lu-la-lu-la.
The remaining life counseling sessions, let’s just end ‘em all.
Stamp your feet in frustrated fury.
Bring up all the pretty, ideal fantasies you want,
But it’s just the double-dealing Juvie Act.
Are you ready?
Junky night, nothing to do ’bout it.
In one eye, 1-2-3.
Do you wanna?
Candy night, no sentiment to it.
Play it, one more time.
Let it go, No No No
Graffiti, lurking birth, self-hatreds
Whirling pride, bawling phenomenon.
Singing a song in a world of fools.
Translation: Terracannon876
Also check out Beaver, which is related to this song.
Note: "China white" and "crank" are slang for drugs. China white used to mean heroin, but seems to refer to a type of fentanyl more nowadays, while crank means meth.
Fun Fact: While it's not available in game, there is a cover of the game size version featuring Kohane and Toya in the Vivid BAD SQUAD Archives. There is also a cover featuring Ena's voice actress.