[Intro] Cracks appear in the home we've been trying to patch up. The hidden masks begin to show. [Verse 1] Noise runs through the neat photograph. There are always missing words at the dinner table. One person repairs the walls and sets the dishes. Another person makes noise in frustration. [Pre-Chorus] Boredom rots the walls. Resentment seeps through the ceiling. It's not this house that's broken. [Chorus] Blood blooms among the white flowers. It's being sucked away little by little. A home that pretends to be happy. Behind the smiles, a shadow erodes. [Verse 2] One person chews through the time in boredom. Another person, filled with resentment, erases their name. In this miniature garden made of patchwork, only the truth rots. [Bridge] (noise + (whisper) Lily of the valley inhabits food. An unnoticeable amount. Like a mosquito. Little by little... Little by little... [Chorus] White is the color of lies. It's eroded. The moment it blooms, judgment comes. Sin disguised as happiness. A blood-soaked flower. Putting to sleep the worthless. [Outro] (whisper) Hisoka's awkward smile. Everyday life is shattered. ［Intro］ 繕いの家庭に 亀裂が走る 裏の仮面が 滲み出す ［Verse1］ 整った写真 ノイズが走る 食卓はいつも 足りない言葉 一人は繕い 皿を並べ 一人は苛立ち 音を立てる ［Pre-Chorus］ 退屈が壁を腐らせ 怨みが天井に滲む 壊れているのは この家じゃない ［Chorus］ 白い花に 血が咲く 少量ずつ 吸われていく 幸福のふりをした 家庭 笑顔の奥で 侵食する 影が ［Verse2］ 一人は退屈 時間を噛み 一人は怨み 名前を削る 繕いで出来た 箱庭の中 真実だけが 腐っていく ［Bridge］(noise + whisper） 食事に宿る スズラン 気づかれない量 蚊のように 少しずつ… 少しずつ… ［Chorus］ 白は嘘の色 侵食されて 咲いた瞬間 裁きが来る 幸福を装う 罪 血に濡れた花 価値のないものを 眠らせる ［Outro］(whisper） 秘華(ヒソカ)の不適な笑み 日常は 壊れ去る
