Atonements with matter and mind, and the obviously disarrayed spectacle.

Things like peace are only egos. I swung down my sleeve which hid that. 
Even if I see the future with starved mana.
Farewell, the equation of spreading thought.

I’ll kill you, break you into little pieces!
With a broken needle, I’ll pierce your eyes!
Even if I shut my heart and forget,
I, by myself, shouted out.

Devised and hidden within a staircase, lay the fragments of dice, covered with holes.
I couldn’t understand things like love or affection. I cut off that irritation neck.
With flattered intentions, even if I see [bad word] 
Farewell, the meaning of “worm-eaten”.

I’ll violate you, make you pant, strip away your virginity.
Burn this desire into your eyes!
Open your heart, if you’re able to remember,
I reservedly cried out.

As you [bad word] on the bed, exhaling,
I gently gave you a sidelong glace,
Grow old, [bad word] attracted, rewind,
And understand the time of your death, I’m sorry.

Kill me, break me, break me into pieces!
The last hand changes its form.
Spilling tears, even love changes into a desert.
You, too late, disappeared...