CLAPMAN
狂気の音を叩く時 理性は容易く散る
トレンドなら悪すら英雄とし 影を落とす
理不尽で そう身勝手 世界はアンフェア
集団化刷り込みで時に喝采は刃となる
その両手が偽る 紙一重のジャッジ
悪意に満ちた指先 火炙り群衆で処刑
壮観だな この手で当たり前を壊す様に
そう WONDERER 鳴らせ
HALO 背負う PUNISHER
傲慢だな 狂騒で君の理性煽るように
称賛から破壊へ 黒く両手染めて
言葉を凶器に変え匿名の牙で噛む
切り取られた真実が正義と化す世界は
理不尽で ほら身勝手 すべてはアンフェア
白か黒か？それより無混濁な刺激欲しい？
傍観者が その手で罪の意識溶かす様に
暴走した正義で
拍手喝采 伽藍堂
滑稽だな 凄惨で冷めた世界暴くように
救済なら崩壊へ 君の手を絡めて
一人じゃ小さい音 重ねれば豪雷鳴
祝福も刃も 刻める掌
壮観だな この手で当たり前を壊す様に
そう WONDERER 鳴らせ
HALO 背負う PUNISHER
傲慢だな 狂騒で君の理性煽るように
称賛から破壊へ 黒く両手染めて
冷笑のリズムで
皮肉さも味わって
血が踊るその手で
嗤う仮面 カチ割って
Romaji
CLAPMAN
Kyouki no oto wo tataku toki risei wa tayasuku chiru
Torendo nara aku sura eiyuu to shi kage wo otosu
Rifujin de sou migatte sekai wa anfea
Shuudanka suri komi de toki ni kassai wa yaiba to naru
Sono ryoute ga itsuwaru kami hitoe no jajji
Akui ni michita yubisaki hiaburi gunshuu de shokei
Soukan da na kono te de atarimae wo kowasu you ni
Sou WONDERER narase
HALO seou PUNISHER
Gouman da na kyousou de kimi no risei aoru you ni
Shousan kara hakai e kuroku ryoute somete
Kotoba wo kyouki ni kae tokumei no kiba de kamu
Kiri torareta shinjitsu ga seigi to kasu sekai wa
Rifujin de hora migatte subete wa anfea
Shiro ka kuro ka? Sore yori mukondaku na shigeki hoshii?
Boukansha ga sono te de tsumi no ishiki tokasu you ni
Bousou shita seigi de
Hakushu kassai garandou
Kokkei da na seisan de sameta sekai abaku you ni
Kyuusai nara houkai e kimi no te wo karamete
Hitori ja chiisai oto kasanereba gouraimei
Shukufuku mo yaiba mo kizameru tenohira
Soukan da na kono te de atarimae wo kowasu you ni
Sou WONDERER narase
HALO seou PUNISHER
Gouman da na kyousou de kimi no risei aoru you ni
Shousan kara hakai e kuroku ryoute somete
Reishou no rizumu de
Hinikusa mo ajiwatte
Chi ga odoru sono te de
Warau kamen kachi watte
English
CLAPMAN
When sounds of madness are clapped out reason easily crumbles
For a trend, even wickedness can be a hero and cast its shadow
Outrageously yeah, self-centered The world's unfair
Sometimes applause turns to blades by group indoctrination
Those hands decieve Razor-thin judges
The tips of fingers steeped in malice Burning at the stake, execution by the mob
Isn't it a thrill like smashing the ordinary with my hands
Yeah, wonderer sound out
A punisher burdened with a halo
Isn't it arrogant like inciting your reason with mania
From commendation to destruction staining both hands black
It turns words into weapons and bites with anonymous fangs,
The world, where selective truth turns to justice
Outrageously hey, self-centered everything's unfair
Is it white or black? And more importantly, do you want unmuddied stimulation?
The bystanders like melting any sense of culpability with their hands
With a reckless kind of justice
A round of applause empty and hollow
Isn't it absurd like gruesomely exposing the cold world
If salvation, then to ruin entwing your hands
A small, solitary sound if layered up, a thunderous roar
Celebration and blades, too palms that can cut both
Isn't it a thrill like smashing the ordinary with my hands
Yeah, wonderer sound out
A punisher burdened with a halo
Isn't it arrogant like inciting your reason with mania
From commendation to destruction staining both hands black
With the rhythm of a scornful laugh
Savoring the sarcasm
With hands racing with blood
The laughing mask smash it
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