Romaji:

Junshinsa ga [bad word] na chikara ni [bad word] toki
Sekai ni kage o tsukuridasu
Garasu keesu ni [bad word] 
Hikari no sonzai ni furetakute mo
Furiageta te orosenakute
 [bad word] you ni shagamikonda

Prototype boy asu no risou dake de
Kataritsugu you na bidan ni mo naranai kedo
Kono karada o ushinaisou na girigiri no basho ga
Kanashii kurai [bad word] 

Uso mitai na shizukesa wa
Wazuka na hokorobi ga [bad word] maebure no you da
Kajou na made no manazashi ga
Hiza no [bad word] sae nogasou to shinai
Kono ryoute o [bad word] 
Arifureta gizen sae mo

Prototype boy kokoro ubawareteku
Aimai na jabu o kurikaesu hagayusa de
Kono eria ni [bad word] zangai ga
Ikita bunshin ni miehajimeta
Sore de mo I shelter you

Shousou to houshin no handou
Taezu shishin ga [bad word] 
Imasara no kanshou nara kaburi [bad word] keredo
 [bad word] purototaipu
 [bad word] no wa jibun darou ka?
Ima wa kangaenai..kangaenai..

Prototype boy asu no risou dake de
Kataritsugu you na bidan ni mo naranai kedo
Kono karada o ushinaisou na girigiri no basho ga
Kanashii kurai [bad word] 

Prototype boy kokoro ubawareteku
Aimai na jabu o kurikaesu hagayusa de
Kono eria ni [bad word] zangai ga
Ikita bunshin ni miehajimeta
Sore de mo I shelter you 

English translation:

When innocence turns into a simple power
It creates shadows in the world
Even if you wanted to touch the existence of light
That lies across the glass case
You didn’t lower your raised hand
But crouched down as if falling

Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
You won’t [bad word] a lovely story to be passed down
But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
Suits you so much that it’s sad

The lie-like silence
Is like the [bad word] for the tiny rip that bursts open
gaze that feels excessive
Won’t even overlook the trembling of your knees
Or even [bad word] hypocrisy
That provokes your hands

Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
Has started to be visible to your alter ego
Nevertheless, I shelter you

The reaction between impatience and inattention
Is ceaseless; your selfishness is wavering
When [bad word] to the sentiments now, you shake your head at them
But they’re disposable prototypes
What lives is yourself, right?
Now you can’t think… You can’t think…

Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
You won’t [bad word] a lovely story to be passed down
But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
Suits you so much that it’s sad

Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
Has started to be visible to your alter ego
Nevertheless, I shelter you