the GazettE - LEECH lyrics
rate meNobody believes you.Marble no kabe wa takaku doro ni mammireteita yo
Naguritsukerareta you na itami ga ore wo hanasanee
Tairyou ni koboreta Imperfection Kanzen ni nomareta Expression
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Nando mo atama wo tsubusu InsultLet's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Imada mienee yukue shirezu no mono Matowaseta no wa subete uwabe dake
Uri-tobasareta no wa shisou no gizou Kori mo sezu mata yotte kiyagaruCan you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.* (baby)
[I want to scatter your face.]
Me ni utsuru kotae wo egaku
[I want to scatter your trick}
Can you hear the counting soung of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
Kuroki hi wa ima mo asenu mama...
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Hatred to you is a proper act.Nagareta ketsukan to muhyoujyou to muryoku Toki ga boukyaku ni uete mo wasureru koto wa shinaiYou are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.Let's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Imada mienee yukue shirezu no mono Matowaseta no wa subete uwabe dake
Uri-tobasareta no wa shisou no gizou Kori mo sezu mata yotte kiyagaruCan you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Me ni utsuru kotae ga kieru
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
Kuroki hi wo houmuru muimi-sa ni
I felt humiliationUtsukushiki seijyaku ga kanashige ni yureteru Me wo fusagu koto sae tsumi
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Can you hear the counting song of pain? The president.
You are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.
English translation
Nobody believes you.The heights of the marble wall have been smeared with mud
The pain is like that of being beat up and won't leave me
Gallons of spilled Imperfection Completely drunk-up Expression
I who sings black again. I who dyes black again.
Insult that smashes my head in again and againLet's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Things which cannot yet be seen and cannot know where they are The only thing of them that's been incorporated is the surface
What's been sold away are counterfeit ideas They have the gall to come closer without being elaboratedCan you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
Draw the answer reflected in your eyes
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
The dark day does not fade even now...
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Hatred to you is a proper act.The washed away sinkhole and expressionlessness and helplessness Even if time starves in oblivion I will not forgetYou are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.Let's send a gallows in the last scene which you hope for.
Don't hush up a mistake.
Take responsibility.
Things which cannot yet be seen and cannot know where they are The only thing of them that's been incorporated is the surface
What's been sold away are counterfeit ideas They have the gall to come closer without being elaboratedCan you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your face.]
The answer reflected in your eyes disappears
[I want to scatter your trick]
Can you hear the counting song of pain?
The president.
[I want to scatter your excuse.]
At the meaninglessness of the black day's burial
I felt humiliationThe beautiful silence is swaying in sadness. Even shutting your eyes is a sin.
A prosecute. Your luck will run out someday.
Can you hear the counting song of pain. The president.
You are the same as a leech which sucks blood to live.
