I’m jumping to conclusions, bathing in my vanity,
My breaths heavy with cheap pride,
But when I look into the sad little mirror covered in shame,
That I keep hidden in my wardrobe…

It only illuminates the convenient scars,
Showing me countless victories won with effortless strength.
No matter much I polish it, it wears me down:
An enlightenment where my feet can’t touch the ground.

I say crier! I say liar! I say rising heaven!
I love this limitless world with its endless recordability.
WAR… I hate WAR… I hate WAR…
And I think it’s good to ask the meaning of it all.

I’d just like to ask, “What is…”
“What is life?” ‘Cause it seems like it’s doing nothing…
“Life”, wouldn’t you like [bad word] out an be happy again?
“What is life?” ‘Cause it seems like it’s doing nothing…
Can you see the nature of it with your own eyes?