瓦礫から立ち上がった 鋼鉄の兵士（ソルジャー） 今は白い檻（ベッド）で 酸素を浪費する 経済（このくに）を背負った肩は 床擦れに蝕まれ 接続（プラグイン）の瞬間だけが 最後の証明（アイデンティティ） Sync your pulse to the neon grid, Leave the rotting flesh behind. In this data-lake, you're forever young, But the exit door is a ghost you'll never find. 偽りの楽園（エリュシオン） 蒼い空を翔けている 神経の鎖（ニューラル・リンク）が 魂を繋ぎ止める 戻ればそこは 静寂の病棟（しろいへや） 生きた痕（ログ）さえ 電子の塵に還る Is this bliss, or just a beautiful lie? The gold-plated cage. The digitized rage. Yo, 誰が呼んだ「奇跡（バブル）の英雄（ヒーロー）」 今じゃ just a 型落ち（スクラップ）、孤独（ソロ）で腐る チューブに繋がれ 垂れ流す Dignity 家族の面会（ミーティング）？ NO— 画面越しの虚無（ゼロ） 「おじいちゃんは幸せだよ」って 誰が決めた？ 綺麗な嘘で蓋した 令和の姥捨（デイケア） 回路を巡る 快楽の薬物（ドラッグ） 抜け出した瞬間— 心臓が止まる（シャットダウン） The sun still rises, the trains still run, Your grandkids laugh, but you're already gone. The world outside has moved along— You're just a name in a database song. 黄金の監獄（エデン） 誰一人 君を見ない 清廉の果て（モラル）に 捨てられた亡骸（せいじゃ） 朽ちゆく器（にくたい）を 見捨てる勇気も無く ただ存在が消えるまで 地獄を彷徨う（てんごく） A silent scream in a wired nightmare! Check the STATS, flatline PULSE—you're a GHOST in the GRID, Built the NATION from the ASH, but they LOST what you DID, Now you're ROTTING in the DARK while they DANCE in the GLOW, A CORPORATE sacrifice in this NEON-LIT show— They sell you "CARE," they sell you "PEACE," sanitized DEATH, While you're DROWNING in the DATA with your LAST FUCKING BREATH! 最期の避難所（ラスト・リゾート） 神は不在 尊厳という名の 永遠の停止（システム） おやすみ 名もなき兵士（せんし） 忘却に沈め 電脳の霊（ゴースト） Welcome to the end of the human soul... I... can't... 感じ... my... 皮膚... It's so... 眩し... and so... 冷た... Am I... まだ... i̴k̴i̴t̴e̴...? Or just... 走ってる... c̵o̵d̵e̵...? ---------------------------------- English Translation: "THE GHOST IN THE GOLDEN CAGE" Verse 1 Rising from the rubble, a soldier made of steel Now wasting oxygen in a white cage—a hospital bed Shoulders that carried the nation’s wealth are rotting with bedsores Only the moment of Plug-in remains as his final Identity Sync your pulse to the neon grid, Leave the rotting flesh behind. In this data-lake, you're forever young, But the exit door is a ghost you'll never find. Chorus In a false paradise—Elysium—soaring through azure skies While chains of nerves—Neural Links—shackle the soul tight Return, and you’re back in the silence of the Clinical Ward Even the traces of your life—The Logs—turn to electronic dust Is this bliss, or just a beautiful lie? The gold-plated cage. The digitized rage. Rap Verse Yo, who called him the "Hero of the Economic Miracle"? Now he’s just outdated Scrap, rotting in a solo cell Tethered to tubes, his dignity leaking away Family meetings? NO—just a void staring back from a screen "Grandpa is happy here," says who? By whose authority? Sealing the truth with pretty lies: modern-day Ubasute in the daycare Pleasure-inducing drugs—Digital Narcosis—coursing through the circuits The moment you disconnect—your heart reaches Shutdown Bridge The sun still rises, the trains still run, Your grandkids laugh, but you're already gone. The world outside has moved along— You're just a name in a database song. Chorus 2 In the golden prison—Eden—where not a soul looks your way A discarded corpse—A Saint—at the edge of sanitized morality Lacking the courage to abandon the decaying vessel of flesh Wandering through Hell (masquerading as Heaven) until existence fades A silent scream in a wired nightmare! Outro (Aggressive) Check the STATS, flatline PULSE—you're a GHOST in the GRID, Built the NATION from the ASH, but they LOST what you DID, Now you're ROTTING in the DARK while they DANCE in the GLOW, A CORPORATE sacrifice in this NEON-LIT show— They sell you "CARE," they sell you "PEACE," sanitized DEATH, While you're DROWNING in the DATA with your LAST FUCKING BREATH! Final Section The Last Resort where God is absent An eternal System Halt in the name of dignity Goodnight, nameless soldier Sink into oblivion, you Cyber-Ghost Welcome to the end of the human soul... I... can't... feel... my... skin... It's so... bright... and so... cold... Am I... still... a̴l̴i̴v̴e̴...? Or just... running... c̵o̵d̵e̵...?
