ROOFTOP EXORCISM #Labo

『ROOFTOP EXORCISM』Full English Version 3:14 AM. Concrete rooftop, cold wet floor. Kill the context, weaponize the worst word—pure algorithmic poison. Who told you that synthetic rage equals the voice of the world? Hey, anonymous mob behind the glass! Your cheap sense of justice is nothing but numbers in a machine! Stripping down the narrative, wiping out the whole design Pushing only toxic phrases to the front of the line Ghosts in the comment section buying into the lie Stoning another soul beneath the midnight sky Hey search-engine ghost, using rage for engagement! A rotten little system built for clicks and placement Sprinkling concentrated malice like a badge of the pure Hunting for a scapegoat just to feel secure? Look at that feed! A modern guillotine carved in code Careful reflection crushed beneath the heavy load Provoked and manipulated, puppets on a string You think you’re righteous, but you’re trapped in the loop! Log out of my floor right now! 3, 2, 1, Break the bias! Shut down the feed! This platform ain’t your court! A march of hollow puppets playing execution sport! Delete the bait, choke on your twisted pride! A coward’s little lynching where the weak divide! Get off the network, crawl back into the dark! Don't call an algorithm's glitch the public's mark! Step back from the edge! Listen to the living breath! Never hand a ghost the authority of death! Curled up on the edge of the roof, gasping for air "The whole world hates me," crying through the glare Look at me: the world doesn't hate you at all It's just a broken architecture feeding on the fall Stop reading that garbage! Turn the screen face down! They don't see who you are, just a toy to drown This is your life, not their entertainment Never surrender your soul to their derangement! Trial by fire, execution on the feed Toxic search windows designed for corporate greed Typing "she asked for it"—fingers running blind Dancing on the rails that somebody else designed ...Wait. Was I part of this madness too? Swallowing extreme takes without a clue? Consuming outrage, fueling the fire Cornering someone in a digital pyre? Wake up, all of us! Tear the filters apart! Question a machine that weaponizes words against the heart! Ready to step back? This is where your real fight begins! Cold wind cutting through the canyon of concrete No lines of code can define your defeat Close your eyes, take a real breath Hit back with the power of life against death! Kill the trend! Shoot down the inflation of hate! Kick down the cage before it locks the gate! No more silence, let your own pulse decide! The night of dying for clicks is cast aside! Stand on your feet, claim the ground you walk! Your truth won't fit into cheap toxic talk! Scream out loud, louder than the cyber storm! Real life is out here, breathing and warm! ……Let go of the rail. Idiot. Why throw your life away for a crooked calculation? Here. Hold this and eat the candy. Your hands are like ice, and the sour kick will wake you up. They don't know the story. They don't know the context. People throwing stones over a few cherry-picked words... that’s not the "world," and it sure as hell isn't "society." It’s just a machine bugged out on manufactured rage. Keep that screen off. Let them scream into their own empty void. Stay alive. Just standing here, drawing breath— that's the ultimate proof their system couldn't break you. ↓　こっから日本語てす　↓ 　長い曲でホントすみません 3:14 AM. Concrete rooftop, cold wet floor. 前後の文脈を殺し、劇薬の単語だけを抽出するアルゴリズム それが「社会の総意」だと錯覚させたのは誰だ？ Hey anonymous mob behind the glass! お前らの浅い正義、全部仕組まれた数字の上なんだよ！ 錆びたフェンスを握りしめた 冷たい指先 画面を埋め尽くす「死ね」「消えろ」の文字列 一番毒の強いワードだけを アルゴリズムが上位に晒す 「社会の声」だと信じ込んだ亡霊どもの 深夜の投石 Hey search-engine ghost, using rage for engagement! 怒りのクリック数を稼ぐためだけの 醜いシステム 悪意を濃縮した劇薬を 正義の顔してばら撒いて 誰かを吊るし上げなきゃ 自分の空虚も埋められないのか？ Look at that feed! 切り抜かれた数行の処刑台 多角的な視点も 慎重な沈黙も ノイズとして淘汰される 煽り、煽られ、愉快犯の掌で踊るだけの群衆 You think you’re righteous, but you’re trapped in the loop! 私のフロアから ログアウトしな！ 3, 2, 1, Break the bias! Shut down the feed! ここはアンタらの処刑場じゃない！ 劇薬のフレーズで踊らされる 操り人形の行進？ Delete the bait, choke on your twisted pride! 文脈を殺して仕立て上げた 最低のリンチ劇 Get off the network, crawl back into the dark! アルゴリズムの歪みを「民意」と呼んでんじゃねえよ！ Step back from the edge! Listen to the living breath! 顔のない亡霊どもに 命をくれてやるな！ 屋上のヘリに座り込んで 過呼吸のキミ 「世界中が私を憎んでる」って 涙で滲む液晶画面 違うよ、アンタを憎んでるのは世界じゃない 怒りを増幅して回す プラットフォームの欠陥構造 Stop reading that garbage! 画面を裏返しな アイツらはアンタを見てない 叩けるオモチャが欲しいだけ This is your life, not their entertainment あんな歪んだフィードに 命の居場所を委ねるな Trial by fire, execution on the feed 炎上を煽ってアクセス稼ぐ ハイエナたち 「自業自得だ」と叩いてるその指先も Fxxk that verdict! 誰が下した死刑宣告？ 部屋の隅で膝を抱えて 消えるための夜じゃない アイツらにアンタの葬式を 見せて喜ばせる気？ Wake up, girl! 足をフェンスの内側に戻しな Wake up, all of us! 画面のフィルターを剥ぎ取れ ひとつの単語で人を殺す その構造を疑え！ Ready to step back? ここからが 生身のアンタの戦いだ！ ビルの谷間を吹き抜ける風 冷たく頬を叩く 誰にもアンタの全体像を 数行で定義させはしない Close your eyes, take a real breath 生き抜く力で 突き返せ！ Kill the trend! 悪意のインフレーションを撃ち落とせ！ 歪められた言葉の檻なら 力づくで蹴破れ No more silence, let your own pulse decide! 切り抜きに殺される夜は これで完全に終わりだ Stand on your feet, claim the ground you walk! アンタの真実は あんなタイムラインには収まらない Scream out loud, louder than the cyber storm! 本当の現実は 画面の外側で息をしてる！ ……手、離しな バカ。 あんな歪んだ計算式に、アンタの命をタダでくれてどうすんの ほら、これ握って口に入れな 手は氷みたいだし、甘酸っぱくて目が覚めるから 前後の文脈も知らないくせに、 切り出された数文字だけで石を投げてくる連中のことなんて、 「世界」でも「社会」でも何でもないよ ただの、怒りに毒された操り人形 指先だけの連中に、アンタの価値を決めさせるな アンタが生きて、泣いて、声を出してるこの場所が、 本当の現実でしょ 電源は、切っておきなよ アンタの朝は、ここからやり直せばいいんだから ……生きてなよ それだけで、アイツらの 完全敗北 だからさ