Ishikawa Chiaki - Fukanzen Nenshou Lyrics

It's an incomplete combustion, isn't it? Right? Apparently?
It's uncontrollable, isn't it? Don't we need to leave it be? Won't it just keep going?
What in the world are our gradually released emotions a precursor to?
Aren't we on the brink of collapsing? Aren't we unable to stop? Don't we want to cry?

On the last bus with no one else around,
even when I choose the seat in the very back, things still seem unreal.
I merely keep getting annoyed
by my stupid-looking face reflected on the window glass.
The lukewarm water
in the already opened plastic bottle
begins its assault on my brain that's already rotten to its core.
Even so, I want to be in a position superior even to the fate.

It's an incomplete combustion.
From the very beginning of this session,
I hold no such thing as the initiative,
and that's why everything is so ever-changing.
It's uncontrollable.
Please, at least stop
calling this unexpectedly conspicuous power
"possibility". Just stop.

Dropped at the bus stop,
the bells, supposed to protect the people important to us,
let out weeping chimes.
Despite the fact that nobody scolded me,
I still strayed from the bypath.
I want more reasons for becoming tough,
for I do not know a way to do it safely,
and no matter in which place I smile,
I'll just end up being ridiculed for looking like an empty shell.

It's an incomplete combustion.
If you want to express your will, then be brief.
It seems we are already fed up with
both the process and the result.
Aren't we on the brink of collapsing?
If we're being called "parasites", then
it's actually our strongest defense, stronger than compliments.
It's our defense.

Blackness. Blackness......
The dimension of the disadvantages of having emotions is too big
for those who are being moved against their own will.
On the other hand, there exists another group of people
who stand towering over the rest.
Yes, they exist.

It's an incomplete combustion.
From the very beginning of this session,
I hold no such thing as the initiative,
and that's why everything is so ever-changing.
It's uncontrollable.
Please, at least stop
calling this unexpectedly conspicuous power
"possibility".

It's an incomplete combustion, isn't it? Right? Apparently?
It's uncontrollable, isn't it? Right? Right?
Our emotions are gradually released. Right? Right?
Aren't we on the brink of collapsing?
Just stop.
Just stop, please.