ロックスター、呪われたミューズに出会う。知らんけど。(The man in the mirror)

(Verse 1) The man in the mirror knows how to fake a smile, Coffee and insomnia brawling under his skin. “Looks tough,” someone said, meant as a compliment— He never noticed the rhythm was out of time. The neon sea beyond the window, Familiar labels on the convenience-store shelf— He stopped counting them long ago. Same old stage, just a change of costume. (Pre-Chorus) Catered coffee, cheap and lukewarm, Scent of incense someone burned, McDonald’s bag crumpled in my hand— The salt is what keeps me tied to this place. **(Chorus)** I didn’t strum this guitar to save the world. Back in the garage, hands over my ears, All I wanted was one chorus To vibrate my lover’s eardrums. But because I picked up that woman, The bus tears down the road, Bending the laws of physics as it goes. Since the night Amsterdam’s sky changed color, Since the day Berlin’s speakers bled, My sound stopped playing along with fate. **(Verse 2)** Setlist pinned up on the wall, A graph drawn from data of the past— Efficient, no complaints. Strangers know my songs better than I do. “It’s the wavering that makes you human.” Twenty-seven—soon it’ll be my turn to be judged. Jimi, Kurt, Janis—closed up shop at twenty-seven. A perfect age to become a legend. **(Bridge)** When was the last “accident”? A note not on the score, a turn no one predicted. Now, so nothing breaks, so nothing goes mad, I’m a polished gear in a machine. The stability so many crave— I claimed it long ago. The man in the mirror glares, dissatisfied: “You’re drowning in reverb.” (Guitar Solo – Distorted & Chaotic)