Hey, how're you doing? You feeling alright?
Ah, you see, I gave up on that kind of thing
Yeah, it's kind of feeling like there's no hope of recovery anymore
Please don't ask about it any further

Regrets, estimating prices, an assembly of pleasant talk
Caregiving, joy, and my shares -- I surrender them all
Yes, that's right, it was completely and honestly my fault
The kind of thing you hear a lot

Wanting to make things out to be plain and simple,
I killed off the ideal that there's always a right way for things to be
Shattered to pieces, I don't even have the courage to run
Fall faster, more --

"I want to live."
Every night that transparent summary plugs up my throat,
And reality too eats away at my lungs
There's no need to resent irrationality and loneliness,
Because things like that have no meaning;
We have no choice but to live

Hey, you, how's it going over there?
Ah, you're still doing stuff like that?
That reminds me, how's the chick you were dating?
Please don't say any more

Future prospects, envy, and a sense of defeat
All wireless -- can't even hang myself
Yup, I'm thrilled, it was a terribly touching story
Have you had your fill yet?

My blackened, cracked heart --
I disinfect it with alcohol and go to sleep
I simply become the water in a somber river,
And more, more, more, more, I fall

"I want to live."
Every night stuff like the atmosphere and the future grab me by the throat,
And my flesh masquerades as my insides
There's no need to doubt happiness or the universe,
Because things like that will never change
We're better off not knowing

"I want to live."
I don't really understand, but "I want to live"
Is what reads the bible known as my DNA
There's no need to resent instinct or dread,
There's no way any of it will change, anyway

"I want to live,"
I've got no hope whatsoever, but "I want to live"
Is what my instinct pulsing in red says
"I want to live," yet "I don't want to live."
It truly is a shame, but
We have no choice but to live

I'm sorry for deceiving you,
I'm sorry I couldn't say it
And then, though it is truly sad,
Our bond is made of nothing but suffering