Loser -Remix-

[Verse 1]
Listen to the things you said…
   Since you’re the one who asked.
   I’m not sure who you’re talking to,
   Or why you’ve dropped the mask.

I get it, you’ve a "grand idea,"
   A vision so sublime:
   To prove to every soul around
   That you’ve committed no crime.

For every fail, for every wreck, 
   For every epic blow — 
      They just forgot, They didn't care, 
         The files were lost, you know. 
            Trampled on and torn apart, 
         Insulted and abused. 
      You whined, wailed, couldn't take 
   The F word someone used. 
      It’s all your "personal life," 
         So fragrant, in full bloom. 
            That’s the way it goes for us — 
               Endless pity in the room. 
            A place where it’s a rarity 
         To be heard or even known. 
      A place where there’s no room for you, 
   And you’re left there 
On your own.

[Verse 2]
But let’s be honest for a change,
   It’s only fair, you see—
   That there is nothing inside you,
   No trace of dignity.

No redemption, no compassion, 
   No self-respect in sight. 
      It’s not in your blood code, 
         It didn’t come out right. 
            Never came to you one day, 
         Never fell down from the sky, 
      Never put back into context, 
   Not mentioned, not implied.
      It didn't grow, it wasn't built, 
         It didn't even try. 
            To "answer" isn't just a word, 
               It’s looking in the eye. 
                  Your DIY mistakes and mess, 
               The fuck-ups that you’ve made — 
             If only you’d take charge of one, 
         But you're too much afraid. 
     Shuffling papers, punching holes, 
         Blaming someone new. 
             An odyssey to find a fall-guy 
                To hide the real you. 
             Through the thorns and to the stars, 
          One step back from the start. 
      Carve a path through the carpet 
   And get lost in the fibers, 
Right?

[Verse 3]
But try it, if you really can,
   Peer inside that tiny brain.
   Through the wall of veiled hostility
   With the inward-pointing spikes

Find that spot—it must be there,
   In every human soul—
   A place for some empathy…
   And just 
                     SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH!

Well, thanks for listening 
   No, I mean it, I am grateful 
   You are pretty great to talk to
   When you're quiet just like this.

本当だよね、先輩。

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[Verse 1] Listen to the things you said… Since you’re the one who asked. I’m not sure who you’re talking to, Or why you’ve dropped the mask. I get it, you’ve a "grand idea," A vision so sublime: To prove to every soul around That you’ve committed no crime. For every fail, for every wreck, For every epic blow — They just forgot, They didn't care, The files were lost, you know. Trampled on and torn apart, Insulted and abused. You whined, wailed, couldn't take The F word someone used. It’s all your "personal life," So fragrant, in full bloom. That’s the way it goes for us — Endless pity in the room. A place where it’s a rarity To be heard or even known. A place where there’s no room for you, And you’re left there On your own. [Verse 2] But let’s be honest for a change, It’s only fair, you see— That there is nothing inside you, No trace of dignity. No redemption, no compassion, No self-respect in sight. It’s not in your blood code, It didn’t come out right. Never came to you one day, Never fell down from the sky, Never put back into context, Not mentioned, not implied. It didn't grow, it wasn't built, It didn't even try. To "answer" isn't just a word, It’s looking in the eye. Your DIY mistakes and mess, The fuck-ups that you’ve made — If only you’d take charge of one, But you're too much afraid. Shuffling papers, punching holes, Blaming someone new. An odyssey to find a fall-guy To hide the real you. Through the thorns and to the stars, One step back from the start. Carve a path through the carpet And get lost in the fibers, Right? [Verse 3] But try it, if you really can, Peer inside that tiny brain. Through the wall of veiled hostility With the inward-pointing spikes Find that spot—it must be there, In every human soul— A place for some empathy… And just SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH! Well, thanks for listening No, I mean it, I am grateful You are pretty great to talk to When you're quiet just like this. 本当だよね、先輩。

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