Ah, I said it--
I want to be with you a little longer
No, actually, to drag this out longer would be just awful
I'm so sorry; come back, okay?
Your presence made up of mere carbon dioxide

I want to immerse myself in this swamplike dream
Even if you tell me I'm being selfish, I'll lick it up
I'm not anxious at all; There's no future at all
Ah, how I'd love to be reborn with that face

Ah, I really did it--
Even if you flipped over hatred,
There's no love hidden on the backside
These feelings that I want to come true,
I spoil them too much, they get big, circulating in my heart

Adopting the principle of "slimming down fat emotions",
Let's go back to how we were when we first met
Diseased with "idealism", I picture a smile,
Finally bringing relief to these bloodshot wishes

Yet still, there's absolutely no love that could be called "all fine" anywhere

That's why the Delusion Sentiment Compensation Federation
Embraces love, and shouts of their ideals
A melody sung by fools with no place to belong
Retry, rebirth, teleporation
Try upon try keeps stacking up
At the mercy of a truly endless love, now

Love is just the worst

I did my best
The dilemma that comes about after having granted
That selfishness with no other solution
Are you mad? ...I'm not mad.
An off-beat within breaths perfectly synced

If this were a movie or a TV show,
I could endure it until the credits roll
But I wouldn't ever watch it again
It's too painful, through all three acts

Yet still I find myself believing in a love that's "all fine"

That's why that known as: Love's Target Age
Its phase protected by despising love,
Has started to distort properly
It's just the worse, it's basically an interpersonal lotion
All we seem to do is hurt each other over and over
Different philosophies of love mixing together

Yet still I end up remembering the lie of "it's all fine"

That's why the Delusion Sentiment Compensation Federation
Embraces love, and shouts of their ideals
A melody sung by fools with no place to belong
Retry, rebirth, teleporation
Try upon try keeps stacking up
At the mercy of a truly endless love, now

That's why that known as: Love's Target Age
Its phase protected by despising love,
Has started to distort properly
It's just the worse, it's basically an interpersonal lotion
All we seem to do is hurt each other over and over
Different philosophies of love mixing together, now

Love is just the worst