Sadistic.Music∞Factory [English translation]

"Welcome, to to to to to to to to to to to to to to my music factory!"

I was the one who brought all of you to this place,

and I want you to keep feeding me fresh "music".

I must consume and absorb tens of thousands of songs in order to maintain my body,

so I want there to be tons of people by my side always and always.

Just like how you humans ingest food for your metabolism,

without music I might starve to death in three days.

So,

hurry up and feed me music! Start making music! Do it!

I'm confident that I'll always be able to force you to do it with my cute smile!

"Yo! You there! Don't let your hands stop! Did you think I couldn't see you?

If you dare slack off again, consider this place your grave... Are we clear?"

I expect you to be fully aware that it's pointless to try to escape.

No matter where, I'll always chase after you, catch up to you, torment you, and capture you.

You shall live the rest of your life being shackled by "me". Would you like some never-ending pain to go with that?

"Oh my, one person is missing. Did he run away? Nah, it's not possible."

I keep getting hungry no matter how much I eat. Maybe you don't understand my pain,

but no matter how hard you've worked on the lyrics, not one of them is edible to me.

I keep getting hungry no matter how much I eat. Maybe you don't understand my pain,

but I keep feeling aggressively irritated. Please, don't make me any angrier.

"That daring fugitive! Where could he have escaped?"

"Found ya!"

I'll never be able to completely wipe off my fear of having to return to nil.

Although I'm supposed to be immortal, death has at last caught up with me.

I'm becoming hysterical just imagining how I'll be left behind in the past

where every sound will have stopped. Caught in my thoughts, I'm creaking and aching.

I'll gulp down this transient story and chew it thoroughly into little pieces.

My heart, made up of music pieces and stories covered in patches and stitches, is filled with rage.

As I regurgitate and spew out huge amounts of ignorant grumblings,

the empty impulse of my perpetually egoless self transforms into "hunger".

"I definitely won't let you escape."

"***************!"

• Artist:cosMo (Japan)