[ Featuring Jonatan King ]
I used to stand atop the board, feeling a pain that stung just like the tip of a thorn.
Frustration's truest form: a state of mind that I wish was a dream shows itself as much more.
Unbound, it spins around, always a HEYDAY.
No way that I'd give chase. It'd be a MAYDAY.
And even if I grow up, like now, my head pounds: rattling RAT-TAT-TAT-TA~
Don't you show me a NONSENSE made of the words you heard
From some absurd, unfounded beliefs.
See that the tit-for-tat
Has seemed to seep down into your lungs with lead bits underneath.
Placing faith in the way that I'm living my life,
Drunk on impulses that are my guide.
Though I wear a disguise, there's somewhere I belong and can be useful.
While the night is still young, let's get lost in the depths of our dreams.
Despite what we don't know, let's chase after tomorrow.
Pray death's embrace eludes us as a wave of rage flows through us,
Yet we're calm and one with time like a boy that makes an agreement.
Let's live like we did back then, moment by moment.
Time to let your voice ring freely.
Let's try to take it easy.
We've got no sense of judgment or common sense,
So we just see the world through eyes of wisdom.
These feelings overflow as I behold a greeting of applause from the depths of my soul.
