A Stiff Tells (исполнитель: Gemmik)
aitsu wa eki isan aitsuu dorai ku isou wasure ba de ita dete wa hoemi koi desu demo [bad word] sachi wo oriwa dazai tose aku itsu demo [bad word] fumi datou live as filth waga an bakari [bad word] ni furi bou resu karantsu shou [bad word] kumi [bad word] nakuri as filth waga an bakari [bad word] ni furi bou aryuu hi ume senda [bad word] nakuri as filth through this airain in chau o sae no in chau omae no e tsuku ke to sachi ai sakuretsu in no made rifuto yohan chuurei koi desu demo [bad word] sachi wo oriwa dazai tose aku itsu demo [bad word] wa fumi datou waga an bakari [bad word] ni furi bou resu karantsu shou [bad word] kumi [bad word] nakuri as filth waga an bakari [bad word] ni furi bou resu karantsu shou [bad word] kumi [bad word] nakuri as filth waga an bakari [bad word] ni furi bou aryuu hi ume senda [bad word] nakuri as filth through this sadaka boku a meko zero yuretai no isao dakishi ansou raakii to moete [bad word] [bad word] rifuto wo [bad word] moe rinnai futaride aryu hi ume douka aa furi inest incest incest English That guy, sorrow with the bereived, in a phase of dry anguish and bad fortune. By then, he stayed, left [bad word] out with a smile. But, is living as a request. Even if, the only thing this, cage sinking into sin, was good luck. Possibly, a distasteful defeat at anytime. live as filth At the bell, there's only my hermitage, the person who is rainfall. It can be howling as filth; there can't be less than a current's concubine. At the bell, there's only my hermitage, the person who is rainfall. It can be through this as filth, a bad second through a great low Wasn't the reason in my sight, the small dice? He haunts your abnormal fate with a good luck indigo explosion until the factor's night watch, the loyal dead But, is living as a request. Even if, the only thing this, cage sinking into sin, was good luck. Possibly, a distasteful defeat at anytime. At the bell, there's only my hermitage, the person who is rainfall. It can be howling as filth; there can't be less than a current's concubine. At the bell, there's only my hermitage, the person who is rainfall. It can be howling as filth; there can't be less than a current's concubine. At the bell, there's only my hermitage, the person who is rainfall. It can be through this as filth, a bad second through a great low Sure, no [bad word] wants to sway me, to hold, lucky with a [bad word] casting an amorous glance, living slandering. I make a plot using the rift, the two of us inside what looks like the forest, pleading for rainfall, a bad second through a great low. Inest, incest, incest.