An instinctive situation
It's searching for a reazon to fight, this imitation
Light flows out from the darkness
Destroy yourself, the self that is captured
When you accept freedom, 
You'll [bad word] and face instability
My heartbeats [bad word] me into the air,
As I pretend to be a spy
Bring back the catalyst "a simple way to best"
And rhythm like this never ends
Sometimes your voice reached to me
Because I don't want to face the fate
Makes you feel like jumping up, you say?
You remember the catal rhythm, right?
To the past resounding in your heart,
Where you once gave up
Like [bad word] scoreboard,
You're also trembling here, right?
For now, let's head to a future without any doubts
Even if it's just an afterimage, it doesn't matter
Future aspect