椎名林檎 – 本能

Ringo Sheena - Instinct     

Why were words born in history?  

The sun, oxygen, the sea, and the wind  

They should have been enough.  

Both of us feel lonely

Nobody can condemn the scars nursed properly by each other

Delve and mimic life

Forgive my caprice

Don’t think that it’s too late, but prod me

Penetrate me deeper

Goad my impulse

The moonlight that apparently doesn’t give a shit about anything

A feeling of inferiority and categorization

Let’s forget them

In the end, we are all alone

It’s better to perish while sticking to the false truth

I like your piercing stare

I don’t need a promise

I hate to see it being broken

I wish to be chained forever

I desire to stay by a window with no dawn

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気紛れ (きまぐれ) [kimagure]: whim, caprice