E9（ ↔P14 ）

Layering upon layering A time comes when it's all as if it never was Gouged out, kneeling, crumbling When I can no longer hold myself together Knowing or learning holds no meaning A time comes when I lose everything Since I can't go back, I must move forward To a bottom where even your voice can't reach Layering upon layer, layering upon layer, a time comes when even that feels like a blade. Things I wouldn't have noticed had I remained ignorant, things I wouldn't have noticed had I not layered them. Blinded by the pain of realization, I lose sight of everything, and again... Even if I can't sleep, I know someday I will sleep If I can't eat and it ends, then that's how it ends Eating and expelling, not eating and being worn down, a temporary truce In the repetition cycling between extremes, there is no light, and by inertia it Keeps bouncing, someday falling, like a ball that stops Living just to live Living because I am living Hey. There is no meaning As living beings, male and female, we reproduce Mixing genes, passing on the next to carry forward Most roles end there Ants working in categories, social creatures Filling the world with kin Working, circulating, dancing, ending with lifespan Hey. There's no meaning If the principle of action is biological instinct Breaking, discarding, destroying—all are ways of being No justice, no evil, just existence. No forgiveness, no condemnation either. If we live just to live, that's all there is. Hey. I know. Yeah. Layering, layering, layering upon layering. We cry out after losing it so many times, But we have no choice but to keep moving forward, living. The torn wounds fester, never healing. Still, we live because we won't die here. Because we have no choice but to live. Breathing in the mud. My throat always chokes on mud Only this night never ends The mud is cold and dark Even knowing, my heart can't keep up Even knowing, I don't want to know Living is the same as being finished Even knowing, I can't pretend not to know Mud defiles flesh, mud buries thought Today, tomorrow, now, I gather Layering, layering, layering here The light to keep me That is you, that is sound, that is voice Belonging to no one, truly unknown One of the many things overflowing in this field Things I cannot touch Things I have never seen That distance is salvation Light only possible from that position No need for illusion Nothing reaches Nothing bears fruit Knowing this, I stand So I can end when it ends So I can hold myself until then Layering. Layering, moving forward