徒花ファンタスマゴリア
Phantasmagoria of abortive flower

知恵の木の実を食べてから
僕ら迷い子 Agnus Dei
エデンの園を逃げ出して
カラクリ細工の箱に住む

不思議なお菓子に三文手品
鳴り物入りの茶番劇

はしゃいだ分だけ虚しくなるけど
楽しむ事を肯定しよう
底なし虚無をファルスに変えて
丸ごと呑み込めウロボロス

虚構の庭に咲いている
僕ら徒花 abortive flower
感じる以外に証はないけど
実在せずとも存在してる

きらめく夜空は作り物
涙も苦悩も嗜好品

自由な分だけ不安になるけど
絵空事を肯定しよう
現実なんてどこにも無いだろ
真実だったらここにある

そうさ僕らはファンタスマゴリア
夢無いところにうつつも無いさ
そうさ世界はファンタスマゴリア
虚構に咲いた abortive flower

After eating the nut of wisdom,
we are lost children, Agnus Dei.
We ran away from Eden,
and live in the box of a gimmick.

Mysterious candy and cheap tricks.
Burlesque with fanfare.

We feel empty after making merry,
but admit enjoying.
Change the bottomless nothingless into the farce,
then drink the whole of it, Ouroboros.

Blooming in the garden of the fiction,
we are abortive flowers.
There is no proof that they are realities, except feeling it,
but they exist, though it is not real existance.

The glittering night sky is an artificial product.
Tears and suffering are luxury goods.

We feel uneasy for our freedom, admit fictions.
There is no reality anywhere, you know,
but there is the truth here.

So it is, we are the phantasmagoria,
there is no reality where there is no dream.
So it is, we are the phantasmagoria,
we are fiction flowers, blooming in the fiction.

 
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