拒否オロジー [Kyohiology] [English translation]

Come in, over. Come in, over.

Today from the Northeast, we saw off the north winds blowing southbound on Route 7.

Drifting each towards their respective Hells without exit, in countless numbers in the silenced sky.

Can't settle each and every thing by saying "a lot happened."

Or perhaps,

in order to clarify the still unknown nature of the births of the numerous woes that continue to shadow your heart incuribly,

same as ever, I stand here, calling out.

Come in, over. Come in, over.

Sprinting through Missouri with youthful solar heat and reckless engine displacement,

the juveniles that resist the massive shadow of the mountain that is living

commit an act of larceny by night for each hardship they face.

With resolute glares as if to question whether vengeance towards the world is troublesome or not,

they piled up small evildoings like misers.

The result: for us, our eyes finally blurred when our numerous truths were made null and void.

That green glory and failure, covered up with a dust jacket.

On the snowy morning platform, in the vacuum that exists in the brief moment before departing for work,

if you turn the page with your hand numbed with cold, solitude has settled in every space between the lines.

My lyrics, my sentimentality, both are unfulfilled rejections.

The sky impaled by radio towers and the strides of children returning from school, both unfulfilled rejections.

A canary is singing.

In the same way, my rejection is trembling.

Come in, over. Come in, over.

Break your cage open. You're a prisoner.

Town alley. Transcription. Celestial murder. Denialology.

• Artist:Amazarashi
• Album:BOYCOTT