『Paradoxical communication』 J-Rock / Modern Metal

『Paradoxical Communication』 押し寄せるインボイスの波 今の自分を振り返ることも許されず 時間とタスクに追われ日々を消費する 何を求めて街で彷徨うのか いつしか消費される側に 回っている事すら気付かず あるものは使い潰され不法投棄され 捨てた側は上前を撥ねて肥え太ってゆく 心も身体も擦り減らしながら コツコツと破滅のレンガを積み上げる わかり合えると信じていたはずなのに 求めるばかりで与える事を忘れてしまった 欲望に支配されながら 思い込みの毒をまき散らし 渇望と切望の果てに築き上げた塔の名は「バベル」 同じ言葉を話しながらも 何一つ伝わらない苛立ちを叫ぶ声が 今日も街中に響き渡る 分断が起こす喧噪に 気付いていた人々は小さな声で語り始めた 宙に舞う言葉を拾い集め 何度も手を変え重ね合わせた いつしか異端の烙印を押され 嘲笑と迫害の的になる ある者は沈黙を抱えて地下に潜り 聖域を深く深く築き上げて行く 心も身体も擦り減らしながら それでも伝えたいと立ち向かい続ける者たち 分かり合えると信じて何度も立ち上がり 前向きで倒れた 欲望に支配された街 思い込みの毒をまき散らし 渇望と切望の果てに築き上げた塔の名は「バベル」 同じ言葉を話してるから 必ず伝わるはずだと 諭す声が 今日も路地裏に響き渡る 地上は毒の霧に覆われ 塔は自ら毒を吐き出す 地下では清浄さを失わぬように 理を連ねた書物が積み上がり始めた 欲望に支配されながら 思い込みの毒をまき散らし 渇望と切望の果てに築き上げた塔の名は「バベル」 同じ言葉を話しながらも 何一つ伝わらない苛立ちを叫ぶ声が 今日も街中に響き渡る 欲望に支配された街 思い込みの毒をまき散らし 渇望と切望の果てに築き上げた塔の名は「バベル」 同じ言葉を話してるから 必ず伝わるはずだと 諭す声が 今日も路地裏に響き渡る －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ 🎵 Paradoxical Communication (English Translation) The waves of invoices surge, leaving no time to reflect on oneself. Chased by time and tasks, we consume each day. What are we seeking as we wander the streets? Before long, we find ourselves on the side being consumed, without even noticing. Some things are used up and discarded illegally, while those who threw them away skim the profits and grow fat. Wearing down both heart and body, we steadily stack bricks of destruction. We believed we could understand each other, yet we only remembered to seek, forgetting to give. Ruled by desire, spreading the poison of assumptions, at the end of craving and longing, we build a tower called “Babel.” Even speaking the same words, voices of frustration that convey nothing echo throughout the city today. Amid the clamor caused by division, those who had noticed began to speak in small voices. They gather words floating in the air, and repeatedly combine and layer them. Before long, they are branded as heretics, becoming targets of ridicule and persecution. Some bury their silence and go underground, building sanctuaries ever deeper and deeper. Wearing down both heart and body, yet those who wish to convey continue to stand up. Believing understanding is possible, they rise again and again, only to fall while trying to stay positive. A city ruled by desire, spreading the poison of assumptions, at the end of craving and longing, we build a tower called “Babel.” Because we speak the same words, voices urging “surely it will be understood” echo in the alleyways today. The earth is covered in a poisonous mist, and the tower spews its own poison. Underground, in order to preserve purity, books arranged with reason begin to pile up. Ruled by desire, spreading the poison of assumptions, at the end of craving and longing, we build a tower called “Babel.” Even speaking the same words, voices of frustration that convey nothing echo throughout the city today. A city ruled by desire, spreading the poison of assumptions, at the end of craving and longing, we build a tower called “Babel.” Because we speak the same words, voices urging “surely it will be understood” echo in the alleyways today.