Boku-tachi ha tsumibukaki Kain utae yo iradatsu kokoro de
Aimai na fuseikai seikai no rain
Bokura ha waratte itai dake

Kimi ga naku no nara
Sou boku ha kono ame ni narou

Ima

Mirai souzou chouetsu wo
Egaite ima shoudou wo zoukei he saisei he
Poketto nejikonda te ha
Nandatte [bad word] sa sousei he chouetsu [bad word] 
Hitogomi ni hajikareta koe tsuyosa wo [bad word] namida ni
Unmei to bokura tsunaida chein
Hagayui ringu wo egaita

Boku ga miemasu ka?
Koe ga todoite imasu ka?

Ima

Mirai souzou chouetsu wo
Kono te de kirisaite ikou zoukei he saisei he
Mabuta wo akaku [bad word] Kono me ni tobikonda sekai sousei he chouetsu [bad word]  [bad word] rasen no genkyou hakujaku to [bad word] kokoro "hikari wo negai wo" [bad word] ishiki no naka de [bad word] kimi he no omoi wo koete

Mirai souzou chouetsu wo
Egaite ima shoudou wo zoukei he saisei he
Poketto nejikonda te ha
Nandatte [bad word] sa sousei he kakusei he

Omoi ha kono sora takaku
Negai ga bokura tsunaida unmei wo chouetsu [bad word] Mirai eigou kyounetsu wo
Idaite someagete ikou kyoumei he mirai he

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We are sinful Chains; sing with an irritated spirit
The line between right and wrong is ambiguous
We just want to smile

If you're going to cry
Yeah, I'll [bad word] this rain

Right now

Creation of the future, transcendence
Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth
The hand I [bad word] into my pocket
Can seize anything, so transcend towards the creation of the world

The voice that was snapped in a crowd, in tears that seek strength
The chain that connects us to our destiny

Drew a chagrined ring
Can you see me?
Does my voice reach you?

Right now

Creation of the future, transcendence
I'll slash through it by my own hand, towards molding, towards rebirth
The world burned my eyelids scarlet
And plunged into my eyes, so transcend towards the creation of the world

The source of the spiral that chains us, the heart that cries feebly: "Grant me light, grant my wish"
Go beyond my love for you that's induced inside our crossing consciousnesses

Creation of the future, transcendence
Draw now it and impulse, towards molding, towards rebirth
The hand I [bad word] into my pocket
Can seize anything, towards the creation of the world, towards awakening

My love is high in this sky
My wish connects us, so transcend destiny
I'll embrace and finish dying
Perpetuity and the fever of madness, towards resonance, towards the future.