If you can't be the simple loser in this world
Block both your ears
Running wildly, recklessly
Stumbling right from the startline
That's not healthy, so
I'll try to keep in contact with you
You're holding deep purple flowers
But the weeds that seem to choke you
Prejudiced against your sense of justice
Are roots that grow thick, forgetting us
Seemingly swallowing deception
Creeping and cowering through the earth
Does someone delight in both my hands
That know the responsibility of every single root?
If you can't be the simple loser
In this world
Block both your ears
Running wildly, recklessly
Stumbling right from the startline
That's not healthy, so
I'll try to keep in contact with you
I'll try to keep in contact with you
The lukewarm rain, anywhere
Heartlessly gives us unpleasant exponents
The red crane outside the window
Isn't me losing my footing, is it?
Stealing away from there
Was something not yet born
Our words can already line up on the soaked floor
Because we're fighting alone, quietly
Seemingly unable to talk of this world
Seemingly unable to touch the unmade notes, for some reason
In the light, but not in the darkness
From the figure that calmly continues to be
Reliably sliding along
I can't even run past you
And I can never escape
The most truthful seed probably can't be dug up anymore
It's buried deeply underground
When you knock on the door, violently
What switched on and off, alternating, will soon vanish
It's your anger
Or this irritation that can manipulate even feelings
Even if I forget and leave behind, in an old house
The way this slight fever of mine isn't cooling
Because I want to leave behind some trace of me
If you can't be the simple loser
In this world
Block both your ears
Running wildly, recklessly
Stumbling along...
Is it just me, or are her album names getting longer and longer? 
