Shinzou houei 
Atashi ni kokoro o misete kure 
Shinzou houei 
Kasei no hate kara koe ga [bad word] 

Shinzou houei 
Eizou o yume ni sosoide kure 
Shinzou houei 
Taiyou mo aoku [bad word] 

Kitto mata anata wa yasashiku natte 
Atashi ni hana o [bad word] no darou 
Sore demo atashi wa sabishikute 
Mata namida o saite warau no da 
Rin to sumu kokoro ga hitori ni natte 
Anata to chigau atashi o [bad word] 
Garakuta mitai na kokoro demo 
Nanika puresento [bad word] kana 

Shinzou shoumei 
Boyaketa sakana ga [bad word] no wa 
Shinzou shoumei 
Atashi no kokoro no ichibu darou 

Kitto mata [bad word] gairouju no soba de 
Atashi no kage ni kidzuku no darou 
Sore demo atashi wa ureshikute 
Subete o sutesatte naita no da 
Matsuge no [bad word] kara e no gu no you na 
Kokoro no ichibu ga ochiteiku 
Kitto mada anata wa yasashiinda 
Sore ja atashi wa dou darou na 

Kitto mata anata wa yasashiku natte 
Atashi ni hana o [bad word] no darou 
Sore demo atashi wa sabishikute 
Mata namida o saite warau no da 
Rin to sumu kokoro ga hitori ni natte 
Anata to chigau atashi o [bad word] 
Garakuta mitai na kokoro demo 
Nanika puresento [bad word] kana 

Anata to watashi o tsunagu you ni 
Kokoro o utsuse [bad word] terebi yo

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Mental television, 
Show my heart for me 
Mental television, 
Speak from as far as Mars 

Mental television, 
Fill my dreams with your images 
Mental television, 
Blot out the sun with blue... 

Of course, you were kind to me again, 
And sent me those flowers 
But even still, I'm lonely, 
Again smiling with tears cutting through 
Alone with a cleared-up heart, 
I know myself, and I'm not like you 
Even with my heart of trash, 
Could I still give you a present? 

Mental verification 
The blurry fish on the screen 
Mental verification 
They must be a part of my heart... 

Of course, by the swaying roadside trees, 
I approach my own shadow 
But even still, I'm glad; 
Letting everything go, I cried 
Dripping from my eyelashes like paint, 
piece of my heart drops 
I'm sure you're still kind, 
So then, what about me? 

Of course, you were kind to me again, 
And sent me those flowers 
But even still, I'm lonely, 
Again smiling with tears cutting through 
Alone with a cleared-up heart, 
I know myself, and I'm not like you 
Even with my heart of trash, 
Could I still give you a present? 

To connect you and I together, 
May this old TV show my heart...