ROSUTO

LOST

words: MASATO
music: MASATO

The gun I see at my head shoots through
Again I can't see anything
With smashed eyes I feel a dim light.
It's a light which illuminates my ugly body
A scene of failing and being broken.
This little warmth I could feel now
slowly becomes cold.
I can't return to this epoch in which I had been living.

Every beautiful day recites to me.

Because the colored scene is misty
there's only this strange red sky. Soon...
Because it was burned into my memory
I didn't notice the falling rain.
Speaking about it is more than a stale.
There has always been a place where I wanted to go.
Nobody ever knew about this place, nobody ever saw this place...

Beneath these debris I've been laughing.
All alone I know the meaning of mortal life.
Screaming, screaming, I got rid of these words.

Groping I seem to I feel, to embrace*.
There's no relief for these wounds of my body.
I've been always alone since I was born.
I knew the meaning of cruelty.
Being here was artificial.

With wet clothes I can't walk.
My legs which couldn't move since the beginning
are running in circles and become moreover a burden.
This body as well as these momories start rotting, rotting.
The evening twilight that I saw some time ago is the reason for this feeling.
Both of my smashed eyes pour blood.
However, these are tears which get dirty from red blood.

I have noticed that I wished neither for
this form having been made nor loneliness since I was born.
Whining, whining, I locked this light away.

Groping I seem to I feel, to embrace.
There's no relief for these wounds of my body.
I've been always alone since I was born.
I knew the meaning of cruelty.
Being here was artificial.

There are traces of injections which never go away and which I can't count.
There's a number of revolutions which I devote myself to.
Within sexual urge and rejection is
destruction-lamentation rain downpouring.
Since I can hear the noises of these shoes
my breath died out, quietly in disadvantage it did so.
Again I can't see this place I'm yearning for.

Groping I seem to I feel, to embrace.
There's no relief for these wounds of my body.
I've been always alone since I was born.
I knew the meaning of cruelty.
Being here was artificial.

The gun I see at my head shoots through
Again I can't see anything
With smashed eyes I see a dim light.
It's a light which illuminates my ugly body
A scene of failing and being broken.

Until the night turns to dawn I play around...
Theres no end but soon it seems a little bit like
I was able to go to the place I'm yearning for.
Therefore I rejected the morning's comming but
I became aware of it just as I fainted
Being here was necessary.

* = idaku = to embrace or to sleep with sb.