The life that was blown out is at the opposite side of the TV radio

Even with full HD gloss, tragedy isn't reflected vividly
Resentment is the β-test that curses the vicious world at the net
Empty, not empty, if I finish watching today night's variety show
what wouldn't get out from my room, would be the adverse effects of [bad word] insufficiency
It is a weekly published second-handed opinion*, but the people in question are not aware of that.
The feelings that can't be conveyed by saying them with just irony, are
the poor quality products covered in dust at the other side of the convenient store's first corner

Ah I didn't know that one tear drop excels the sea

This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death Game
Is there something beyond the 365 days of derision?
The one strangling our necks is someone here inside
unable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circle
Who's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?

The sanest one is also the most humorous
The most correct might as well be the most evil
The trivial thing that's overlooked, can also cut our necks in our sleep
You can't show your back to the guy who says "Relax"
murder's weapon surpasses the value of one single person
In a sealed room of paranoia, the one [bad word] is only me
With impatience cornered, I could make it on time if it's now but,
The scream "Save me" is someone else's affair somewhere

Ah I didn't know that one tear drop excels the sea

This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death Game
Is there something beyond the 365 days of derision?
The one strangling our necks is someone here inside
unable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circle
Who's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?

There's no Justice nor Evil. Facts are more ridiculous than tales
I can't even see the shadow of the villain who acts in bad faith
if you manage to survive this world's [bad word] epilogue
Be wary of the most correct guy. Be wary of you yourself first.

This century's Death Game, pessimistic Death Game
Is there something beyond the 365 days of derision?
The one strangling our necks is someone here inside
unable to escape with pessimism in this era's closed circle
Who's the bad guy? Who's the bad guy?