[Intro]
Let me hear a song of tomorrow— let me hear it!
Your voice makes sine waves before converging

Sequence phase is calling vanishing
The last morning, what do you show?
Devout prayer struggles for live
Compression is imminent

[Verse 1]
Let’s sing a ballad of lies and celebration for eternity
A dark brown bonfire envelops the desolate streets
The smell of gunpowder is like those distant summer days
Bloodstains arе like makeup on my tan skin

The collapsеd dominoes spread and spread
Human puzzle pieces were scattered around
This is a cruel catalogue
Formed from frayed thread

[Verse 2]
Maybe the feelings and futility of a mother protecting her child
Will be bundled together and get mixed up
What are you searching for, clutching your spilt innards?
Your bag’s probably in your desk
Silence won’t return
Those indolent days won’t come back
The overheating won’t stop
And the fearful tempest has no end
A riot of the hypocrites
The flames in their eyes can’t be concealed
The teachers no longer speak

This tale was the future from the perspective of the recent past
A modest dream that was confided
But now

[Refrain]
Your words won’t reach, they won’t reach
They all become static— my memories, the records, and existence
Warm, warm light engulfs me
A fallout accompanies
An organic à la carte that will at least scatter

[Bridge]

Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane conver--
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane convergence
Insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane convergence
[Verse 3]

The distant horizon is stained red
Utterly silent, it shone on the glass tower
I hope that the things I see vaguely around me in the midday sky
Will serve as proof
Of a single night’s dream

Insane convergence!

[unintelligible]

[Verse 4]

The Revelation conceals all before me
It’s enough for resistance to be futile
I am so, so powerless
My life’s light gradually vanishes

[Refrain]

Your words won’t reach, they won’t reach
They all become static— my memories, the records, and existence
Warm, warm light engulfs me
A fallout accompanies
An organic à la carte that will at least scatter