Mentalism / Yuyoyuppe
Again and again,
It will repeat, unmoving
A mentalism that is merely for show
Sense of presense, and sense of superiority,
They’re only make-belive, that’s all they are
I’ve given up, once and for all
In these unchanging days
Where is the pleasure I’ve been seeking?
I’m comforted that tomorrow will clear
My blind efforts become in vain
And I fall
In the grey enumerations are twisted words
I become unable to walk forward
But why– But why–
Do I stand here, unmoving?
I strike it repeatedly in my heart–
My own shadow, that cannot feel pain
If the unbelieavable is what’s natural
Then guide me the answer
Mentalism
Again and again,
It will repeat, there’s no meaning
I’m tired already… Truly
In these unchanging days
Where is the pleasure I’ve been seeking?
I’m comforted that tomorrow will clear
My blind efforts become in vain
And I fall
