『Paradoxical Logic』 神官が 貨幣で編んだ ローブを纏い 神学論（ドグマ）を 再生産する お前の「神」の姿は 造幣局で刷られるのかい？ 風に舞う花がその目を覆っても コピーを 再生産する 定員制の講義 この世の真理追えるのかい？ 既知と未知とを権威で操り 風車に向かって「呪文」を 唱えている 倫理も哲学も温故知新も矜持も恥も外聞も失くし 権威に群がる羊のカリスマ 末代の我が子を後目（しりめ）に 今夜も酒池肉林のバカ騒ぎ 大衆が眠りから覚め始めて集う 木霊を再生産する 響き始めた叫びを無視して私腹を肥やすのかい？ 遙か昔に決着（けり）のついた 真理を蒸し返し血眼で蜜を漁る 倫理も哲学も温故知新も矜持も恥も外聞も失くし 権威に群がる羊のカリスマ 末代の我が子を後目（しりめ）に 今夜も酒池肉林のバカ騒ぎ 異端は真理を説き始め 群れは彼らを撃つ 消える事のない言霊（ことだま）は いつか蘇る日が来る 倫理も哲学も温故知新も矜持も恥も外聞も失くし 権威に群がる羊のカリスマ 末代の我が子を後目（しりめ）に 今夜も酒池肉林のバカ騒ぎ 倫理も哲学も温故知新も矜持も恥も外聞も失くし 権威に群がる羊のカリスマ 崩れ行く 街を後目（しりめ）に 今夜も 他人の運命の糸を編む 捨て去ったのはヒトの姿だけじゃない （but the very law of all living things...。） 芽吹き始めた 言霊たちは 水面に幾重にも幾重にも 波紋を 描き 清浄のゆりかごを 揺らし出す －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－ 🎵 Lyrics (English Translation) Paradoxical Logic The priest wears a robe woven from currency, reproducing theology — dogma itself. Is the image of your “god” printed at a mint? Even when flowers dancing in the wind cover those eyes, copies are reproduced again. In a lecture hall with limited seats, can you really pursue the truth of this world? Manipulating the known and the unknown through authority, chanting “spells” at windmills. Ethics, philosophy, learning from the past, pride, shame, and even common decency are all discarded. Charismatic shepherds surrounded by authority, casting a sidelong glance at their descendants, tonight again, a foolish revel of debauchery. As the masses begin to awaken from their sleep and gather, echoes are reproduced. Will you continue to ignore the rising cries and line your own pockets? Truths settled long ago, reheated and picked over, as they frantically hunt for honey. Ethics, philosophy, learning from the past, pride, shame, and even common decency are all discarded. Charismatic shepherds surrounded by authority, casting a sidelong glance at their descendants, tonight again, a foolish revel of debauchery. When heretics begin to speak the truth, the herd shoots them down. Words imbued with spirit never disappear; one day, they will rise again. Ethics, philosophy, learning from the past, pride, shame, and even common decency are all discarded. Charismatic shepherds surrounded by authority, casting a sidelong glance at their descendants, tonight again, a foolish revel of debauchery. Ethics, philosophy, learning from the past, pride, shame, and even common decency are all discarded. Charismatic shepherds surrounded by authority, casting a sidelong glance at the collapsing city, tonight, they weave the threads of others’ fate. What was cast away was not only the human form. (but the very law of all living things...) The words imbued with spirit, just beginning to sprout, draw ripple after ripple upon the surface of the water, and begin to rock the cradle of purification.
