Ah, there's people looking, so I've gotta look photogenic

Even the me who failed to be photogenic in any sort of way,
Was blessed with a half-assed sort of attitude, so I still can't throw away the world
In the middle of the night with nobody around I'd cross on a red light,
But once it's morning again, my head would clear, and I'd wait for it to turn green

If there was no third party watching, would there even be morals in this world?

A fire that rotted without being able to become the sun, even now, simply wastes oxygen for no reason
From the moment I became self-aware, to the grave, someone's always keeping watch, so I've gotta look photogenic

Photogenic rage and suicides become the news's food budget,
Photogenic depression and sorrow are the side-dishes of songs, but

If a third party didn't want to see them, all that anger and sorrow would be thrown into the compost bin

I've gotta become the sun, or else I'm basically a cigarette butt -- even infamy can turn into a work of art
Yin and yang may be different, but the root's the same, manipulated by the anxiety known as "others' gazes"

Don't tell me to "live true to yourself"; From the start, there was no such thing as "true to myself"

A fire that rotted without being able to become the sun, even now, simply wastes oxygen for no reason
All the have-nots are screaming out from a nightmare, a challenge of who can steal away the quantity-limited amount of love
Even if I end up losing, writing, dying -- I've gotta look photogenic