Overloadfeat. Kafu
If life itself is a debt, when will it ever be repaid?
Lyrics
I won’t ask you to love me,
Just, please, leave me alone.
No matter what, it doesn’t fade.
Reality isn’t like some illusion.
Today again, it wraps around my neck
Like soft cotton, slowly tightening.
Yet, like a sleight of hand,
The more I’m choked, the brighter your smile becomes.
Ah, that can’t be right!
Happiness is boundless, not a zero-sum game.
But then a sudden unease strikes me—
Who will save a share for me?
I won’t ask for it back,
Just, please, don’t take any more from me.
In debt, in the negative—
Isn’t it funny?
A comedy, to say "better off without."
Let’s end it here, cut the losses.
Who was it that put price tags on lives
And started selling them?
Ah, this isn’t how it should be!
There’s no value column on life’s license.
But then, that worry hits again—
What does this price tag stuck on my back say?
Ah, if the trial period has long passed,
Then to keep living from here,
It seems I’ll have to pay a price.
Ah, even the disposal of waste
Isn’t free anymore.
And as I wait here, I start to worry—
Who’s coming to pick me up?
Am I losing my mind?
Just, please, leave me alone.
No matter what, it doesn’t fade.
Reality isn’t like some illusion.
Today again, it wraps around my neck
Like soft cotton, slowly tightening.
Yet, like a sleight of hand,
The more I’m choked, the brighter your smile becomes.
Ah, that can’t be right!
Happiness is boundless, not a zero-sum game.
But then a sudden unease strikes me—
Who will save a share for me?
I won’t ask for it back,
Just, please, don’t take any more from me.
In debt, in the negative—
Isn’t it funny?
A comedy, to say "better off without."
Let’s end it here, cut the losses.
Who was it that put price tags on lives
And started selling them?
Ah, this isn’t how it should be!
There’s no value column on life’s license.
But then, that worry hits again—
What does this price tag stuck on my back say?
Ah, if the trial period has long passed,
Then to keep living from here,
It seems I’ll have to pay a price.
Ah, even the disposal of waste
Isn’t free anymore.
And as I wait here, I start to worry—
Who’s coming to pick me up?
Am I losing my mind?