[Intro] 出席を確認します。 名前を呼ばれた者は、 自分が自分であることを証明してください。 [Verse 1] 名前を書けない 空白の本 なのに余白を埋める匿名の論 透明な証明 不鮮明な共鳴 「知らない誰か」が僕を知ってる表明 「あいつは嘘つき」「いや、救世主」 両極の供述が同居する教室 僕より雄弁な僕のプロフィール 事実より速く拡散するプロトコル 記録、既読、帰属、偽造 記憶の切れ端を縫い直す技法 昨日の僕を今日の僕が尋問 鏡が黙秘する無音の法廷 静かにしてれば「何かを隠す」 声を上げれば「本性を晒す」 善意は演技 沈黙は容疑 呼吸の癖まで脚注に処理 否定も肯定も燃料になる 噂は火災で 僕は非常ベル 鳴れば鳴るほど「怪しい」と笑う 火元のほうが先に僕を語る 誰かの記憶で増殖する人格 脳内に密輸された密造の身分証 僕の顔した偽物を追うほど 追跡者まで僕に似ていく迷路 [Hook] Who wrote me? 誰が僕を書いた？ 消した一行から異形が開いた 誤植、補足、虚像の鼓動 僕の戸籍に住み着くゴースト 「本物はどっち？」 その問いが罠 二択の檻なら 蝶番から破る 僕か、俺かじゃない 選ぶ行為が 未完成の身体に脈を通わせる Who owns me? 名前は鍵か？ 鍵穴のない扉に刺す疑問符 僕も俺も 嘘だけじゃない だが結末だけは委託しない これは誰かの完成品じゃない 未完成だから、まだ僕でいたい 他人称で始まる自画像の未来 最後の一画は僕が選びたい [Verse 2] 俺はお前が捨てた可能性 怒り、野心、猜疑、攻撃性 笑顔の裏で噛み殺した声 全部を蒸留した濃縮の亡霊 劣等、葛藤、血統、決闘 喉元に溜めた未発送の絶叫 お前が隠した黒い感情を 正義の制服で合法化しよう お前が逃げれば「臆病者」 立てば「選ばれた英雄候補」 救えば聖者 壊せば怪物 どの扉を選んでも同じ脚本 だったら俺に明け渡せよ 期待通りの奇跡を見せよう 迷わず、泣かず、振り返らず 犠牲の数さえ韻にして数える 拍手は麻酔 喝采は改竄 傷口に金色の額縁を装着 悲劇を美談に編集する技師 死角を死骸と読み違える意志 お前は曖昧 俺は明快 お前は人間 ゆえに限界 固定された役こそ最適解 同じ終点なら迷いは時間外 俺なら切れる 情も躊躇も 未来のためなら過去も友情も 一人を消して百人を残す その算数こそ神の文法 [Hook] Who wrote me? 誰が僕を書いた？ 消した一行から異形が開いた 誤植、補足、虚像の鼓動 僕の戸籍に住み着くゴースト 「本物はどっち？」 その問いが罠 二択の檻なら 蝶番から破る 僕か、俺かじゃない 選ぶ行為が 未完成の身体に脈を通わせる Who owns me? 名前は鍵か？ 鍵穴のない扉に刺す疑問符 僕も俺も 嘘だけじゃない だが結末だけは委託しない これは誰かの完成品じゃない 未完成だから、まだ僕でいたい 他人称で始まる自画像の未来 最後の一画は僕が選びたい [Bridge: half time] 一人目が言う 「君は優しい」 二人目が言う 「君は危険だ」 三人目が言う 「君は必要だ」 四人目が言う 「君の代わりはいる」 優しい 危ない 必要 代替 四つの単語で四肢を拘束 評判は柔らかい手錠の構造 褒め言葉さえ檻になる 期待に沿わなきゃ裏切りになる その全部を聞いたあと 僕に何が残る？ 名前でもない 噂でもない 最初の記憶でもない 記憶は古銭 誰かの手垢 価値はあるけど 真贋は不明だ それでも次に何を選ぶか その一秒だけは未刊の一冊 過去が編集者 他人が読者 だけど現在形のペンはこの手だ [Final Hook] Who wrote us? 誰が僕らを書いた？ 失くしたページから今日が開いた 記憶、記録、帰属、偽造 全部を通っても残る心臓 「本物はどっち？」 もう選ばなくていい 純粋な一人なんて最初からいない 矛盾した声が互いを照らす 影があるから輪郭がわかる Who owns us? 名前を呼ぶんだ 役職じゃなく癖まで知る声で 僕も俺も ここにいる証拠 終止符じゃなく次の行へ行こう 誰かの噂で始まったとしても 誰かの期待で変わったとしても 変わった僕が偽物とは限らない 変われない像より生きていたい [Outro] 一番。過去の僕。 現在。 二番。噂の僕。 現在。 三番。鏡の向こうの俺。 現在。 四番。誰かが覚えている僕。 現在。 五番。誰かが忘れた僕。 現在。 六番。まだ誰も知らない僕。 …… 未来。 最後の一人。 名前を呼んでください。 僕は息を吸う チャイムが止まる 白紙のページに 一文字だけ落ちる 現在。 =============================== [Intro] Taking attendance now. Anyone whose name is called, Please prove that you are yourself. [Verse 1] A blank book where I can’t write my name Yet anonymous theories fill up the margins Transparent proof, unclear resonance An announcement that "someone I don't know" knows me "That guy's a liar." "No, he's a savior." Polar opposite testimonies coexisting in the classroom My profile, far more eloquent than I am A protocol spreading faster than the facts Records, read receipts, belonging, forgery A technique to resew the torn scraps of memory Yesterday's me being interrogated by today's me A silent courtroom where the mirror pleads the fifth Stay quiet, and they say "he's hiding something" Raise your voice, and they say "he's showing his true colors" Good intentions are an act; silence is suspicion Even breathing habits are processed into footnotes Both denial and affirmation become fuel Rumors are a fire, and I'm the emergency bell The more I ring, the more they laugh, calling me "suspicious" The source of the fire speaks about me first A persona proliferating in someone else's memory A contraband ID smuggled into my brain The more I chase the fake with my face, The more the pursuer resembles me—a maze [Hook] Who wrote me? Who wrote me? A monstrosity bloomed from the erased line Misprints, supplements, the heartbeat of a phantom A ghost residing in my family registry "Which one is real?" That question is a trap If it's a two-choice cage, break it from the hinges Neither "boku" nor "ore" is purely a lie The act of choosing itself Pumps blood into this incomplete body Who owns me? Is a name a key? A question mark inserted into a door without a keyhole Neither "boku" nor "ore" is purely a lie But I won't outsource the ending This isn't someone else's finished product Because it's incomplete, I still want to stay "me" A future self-portrait starting in the third person I want to choose the final stroke myself [Verse 2] I am the possibilities you threw away Anger, ambition, suspicion, aggressiveness The voice you choked down behind your smile A concentrated ghost distilled from it all Inferiority, conflict, lineage, duel An unsent scream held at the throat Let's legalize the dark emotions you hid Under the uniform of justice If you run, you're a "coward" If you stand, you're a "chosen candidate for hero" Save them, you're a saint; destroy them, a monster No matter which door you pick, it's the exact same script Then surrender control to me I'll show them the miracle they expect Without hesitating, crying, or looking back Counting even the number of sacrifices in rhyme Applause is an anesthetic, cheers are a falsification Fitting a gold frame over the wound An editor editing tragedy into a touching story A willpower that misreads dead angles as corpses You are ambiguous; I am clear-cut You are human, hence limited A fixed role is the optimal solution If it's the same destination, hesitation is a waste of time I can cut them off—both emotion and hesitation If it's for the future, the past and friendship too Erase one person to save a hundred That arithmetic is God's grammar [Hook] Who wrote me? Who wrote me? A monstrosity bloomed from the erased line Misprints, supplements, the heartbeat of a phantom A ghost residing in my family registry "Which one is real?" That question is a trap If it's a two-choice cage, break it from the hinges It's not about "boku" or "ore" The act of choosing itself Pumps blood into this incomplete body Who owns me? Is a name a key? A question mark inserted into a door without a keyhole Neither "boku" nor "ore" is purely a lie But I won't outsource the ending This isn't someone else's finished product Because it's incomplete, I still want to stay "me" A future self-portrait starting in the third person I want to choose the final stroke myself [Bridge: half time] The first person says: "You are kind." The second person says: "You are dangerous." The third person says: "You are necessary." The fourth person says: "You are replaceable." Kind. Dangerous. Necessary. Replaceable. Binding my limbs with four words Reputation is structured like soft handcuffs Even compliments become a cage Failing to meet expectations makes you a traitor After hearing all of that, What is left in me? It’s not my name. It’s not the rumors. It’s not even my first memory. Memories are old coins, Stained by someone else's touch They have value, But their authenticity is unknown Still, what I choose next— That single second is an unreleased book The past is the editor, Others are the readers, But the pen in the present tense is in this hand. [Final Hook] Who wrote us? Who wrote us? Today bloomed from the lost page Memories, records, belonging, forgery The heart that remains even after passing through it all "Which one is real?" You don't have to choose anymore There was no pure single self from the beginning Contradictory voices illuminate each other Because there is a shadow, you can see the outline Who owns us? Call my name— With a voice that knows even my habits, not just my job title Both "boku" and "ore" are proof of being here Let's go to the next line, not a period Even if it started with someone's rumor, Even if it changed due to someone's expectations, The changed me isn't necessarily a fake I'd rather live than be an unchangeable statue
