When innocence turns into a simple power
It creates shadows in the world
Even if you wanted to touch the existence of light
That lies across the glass case
You couldn’t lower your raised hand
But crouched down as if falling
Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
You won’t become a lovely story to be passed down
But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
Suits you so much that it’s sad
The lie-like silence
Is like the forerunner for the tiny rip that bursts open
A gaze that feels excessive
Won’t even overlook the trembling of your knees
Or even the common hypocrisy
That provokes your hands
Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
Has started to be visible to your alter ego
Nevertheless, I shelter you
The reaction between impatience and inattention
Is ceaseless; your selfishness is wavering
When it comes to the sentiments now, you shake your head at them
But they’re disposable prototypes
What lives is yourself, right?
Now you can’t think… You can’t think…
Prototype boy, with only ideals for tomorrow
You won’t become a lovely story to be passed down
But the brink of this place, where you seem to lose yourself
Suits you so much that it’s sad
Prototype boy, your heart is stolen away
With your restlessness that keeps making ambiguous jabs
The wreckage, which once lived, that surfaces in this area
Has started to be visible to your alter ego
Nevertheless, I shelter you
