Art・Miyashita Yuu・Sabitsuku made「english translation」

The heart that's clenched in my hand, I drain it.
I'm sitting on top of a tower of toy blocks, looking down on you.
I'm mimicking one of those dramas I'd seen.
Sister in repentance, waiting for the lost sheep.

Lament, falsehood, assimilation morality...
Judgment, Crime, Ethics, Determination.
Who are you to lecture me on the aesthetics of this moment?

The end of this indecipherable performance, the contrived reputation for comedy.
Wow Oh, kick the truth to hell

Words dissolving into paradoxes, thirteen levels of pop coloring
Wow Oh, more, that kind of maddening zeal

The rest is yours to do as you please
I don't care what you do
Feel free to do whatever you want

How many times are we gonna have this Last Supper?
With a fork and a spoon, drooling
Let all your pent-up urges blow you to pieces.
Leftovers scattered on the floor, a crowded little herd.

We'll take the canon in our hands and eliminate the imposters.
It is "love" to share the pleasures of life, after all

Imposing salvation upon us
May I touch it with these crimson hands?

Thirsting, famished addicts, believing lies to be truths
Wow Oh, stirring up love and hate

A carol for a girl who was buried in a banquet, in the end we're lawless heroes
Wow Oh, no one can stop justice

Let's just lose it all together

The end of this indecipherable performance, the contrived reputation for comedy.
Wow Oh, kick the truth to hell

Words dissolving into paradoxes, thirteen levels of pop coloring
Wow Oh, more, that kind of maddening zeal

The rest is yours to do as you please
I don't care what you do

Feel free to do whatever you want 

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song/lyrics by kafu(?)

translation by crosshill and deepL (rushed)