蕾に雷

(Five, six)

Because it's not just for trees, the lightning rod

Making my lungs accustomed to the darkness

I recall the stage

The sky with plate reverb fills my sternum, I

Decrease, let it decrease

From the hair, since the name possessed me

My nails moving, spellbound by the lightning

I am supposed to be in love

There is supposed to be nothing inside my blood

There is supposed to be something faster than electricity

I am supposed to curse willfully and confirm

(Thunder bud, thunder bud, thunder bud, thunder bud)

If it was supposed to be known that someone is there

I want you to illuminate the other side, you know

Of the horror movie I watched as a child

The electricity still

(Because it's not just for trees, we are)

(Protruding from the dragon's ridgeline, the forehead that started dancing)

(The plants gnawed by the teeth of the sick)

(I open)

Light and the tingle of thin skin shift and approach

Until the time I wither the lightning

I am supposed to be unable to move my hair at all

My nails are supposed to not start making any commotion at all

I am supposed to know only the thin darkness