Trying to measure everything with your fake sentimental argument 
Is a big mistake, don't make me laugh

But I think it's important to have fun every now and then 
I want to be satisfied until [bad word] satiated

I can't have enough of this feeling, churning up in a big mess 
Just like the lies piercing the heart which has vanished right in front of my eyes

Say, if you want to go at full throttle 
Then make me more serious 
I won't allow you [bad word] away 
Or is that all you have?

I like sweet things, but I don't particularly dislike a bitter taste 
Would you say that I'm spoiled, then?

If you want to call me a fool or a moron, then just say all you want 
Because I don't care one bit about others' sense of value

I can't have enough of this feeling, dancing around in a circle 
Just like the purple flowers falling from my palm
 [bad word] on, show me how it's going to turn out 
Instinct? Or reason? Which one is going to win? 
Charm me with your superior [censored] theory 
You actually want it here, but you still refuse to cave in

Being happy or feeling good 
Is nothing but a sense of self-satisfaction, after all 
So make me think 
That I might as well throw it all away

Isn't it high time for us to go at full throttle? 
What could you be unsatisfied about? 
Now that [bad word] down to this, I won't let you get away 
So, you know, just prepare yourself
 [bad word] on, if you don't care how it's going to turn out 
Then watch me with those eyes of yours until the very end 
I won't stop, no matter how far [bad word] 
But, you know, I'm almost at my limit

Ahh I can't take it anymore...