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If you falter a little, if you immediately falter, Then my mood will be up for a heavy rotation!

The Greatest Show on Earth, yeah! Putting on a play for each other, fancying each other, We’re thoroughly enjoying this grey!

“‘Life is important’ is a load of bull,” I yelled at the disconnected hotline.

Through music, literature, and art, There’s nothing that I want to convey.

In the light of the day, I can see too much of you—it's frightening.

It's over if I apologize for my actions—Oh, am I making trouble for you? Being able to properly voice half-hearted apologies is a form of intelligence. Do you really not know that?

Karma nests within us all our lives, RRRRafflesia.

I wanted to become that anomaly, So I carved decorations into my body. I admired that anomaly, So I stuck a decal on myself.

If I were to sing about “Armchair Theory of Happiness”, then those who have stopped thinking will move themselves to tears.

The boy was aware of the countless eyes watching him. (Infinite light to the normals, infinite light to the normals!) The boy was entranced by the word “praiseworthy”. (Infinite light to the normals, infinite light to the normals!)

To those who cannot be saved by the grace of being beautiful, I know your eardrums are bleeding from that extraordinary vulgarity.

In this disorderly and unstable world, Let’s start a revolution.

I detest the villain who's addicted to “acting logically”. He keeps ignoring his huge mistakes.

SHIT! A whirlpool of ugly jealousy, my arguments based off my feelings pile up. SHIT! In reality it was over before it started, unable to defeat evil, I'm the one that loses. SHIT! My heart's become gloomy, nobody but me can heal it.

No, everyone, what are you doing, what are you mourning? I’m still fine and healthy here!? A failure to communicate is the same as death. I, lying down, am carried away.

Why don't you wanna be a moth? (Butterflies, butterflies, give up on life!)

A spotlight that was halfway forced upon, the minute details opened up to the public eye. Like something you should avert your eyes from, something curious, bright and dazzling.

“‘Life is important’ is a load of bull,” I yelled at the disconnected hotline.

When you do end up actually having an affect on others, you put on your best “embarrassed” face in an attempt to shirk your responsibilities. Those close to you will excuse your actions by portraying them in a gentler light. They’ll say that you’re “a good person at heart”.

“You're doing your best, even though you're a moth! Well-done, well-done! But how dare you be happy in spite of your mothhood? You're making us uncomfortable, uncomfortable,”