Through his threadbare vindication and sultry goodbyes there’s a mark of finality in the way he grins just a little tritely, a bit more sadly. You scratch a little more with each passing day, bare your teeth a little more at the state, thinking it might very well be your last breath, and it should be.

蟻の巣へと欲を滑らせ / さあ，今，生まれ変わればいい / 明日を眠らせて振り向く安らぎ鋭く尖る感情に身を任せて / うねる流れさえ生きてる証と涙に耽る明日を誘う