偽物の宴

In a corner of the days we have completely forgotten
we line up with the walking people and vanish.
And while it becomes packed and we hurry
the brightness of us humans becomes only an obstacle.

We fear disarranging the line
and we follow the fate of the asleep people until we vanish.
And while we live without being judged by those inferiors to us
the vividness of us humans becomes only an obstacle.

Even our will, lost in the way and rusting,
we can't let our body get used to it and let it fall from our hands.

The words I just spoke,
someone said them in a far away past.
They're a permanent and immutable return to the origins,
and our future is nothing but dirty finger marks.
If we were to throw away the life
we struggled and carried on until now,
we would expose its clumsiness to danger, such a careless move...
So, let's live this enchanting and troubling life!

The meaning of this words spoken,
if I chose to twist it just for fun
trying to make it funny,
even lies would become reality.

Bland curiosity and malice,
looking out for those who exposed their fault,
all of this is the bull's eye of an unstoppable circle.

The hermit looking for what he has lost,
the traveller worn out by his journey,
they might want to cry and scream, but waste will always remain waste,
but after getting dirty there's the true beginning.

This life full of mistakes,
it's still not time to throw it away, don't you think?
Learn the pain of losing someone,
learn the joy which divides us
and then forget all that and vanish.

The words I just spoke,
someone said them in a far away past.
They're a permanent and immutable return to the origins,
and our future is nothing but dirty finger marks.
If we were to throw away the life
we struggled and carried on until now,
we would expose its clumsiness to danger, such a careless move...
So, let's live this enchanting and troubling life...

A feast of Imitations