EI8HT – 夜を越えて (feat. 柊人) 歌詞 ( Lyrics)

あぁくだらねぇ
今日も俺は思う
愛する人いなけりゃ全てが虚無
言っちまえば味気ないセピアカラー
それでも変えられない背に腹は
俺はやると決めた
だからやる
あの時の決断を正解にする
これである程度稼ぎ飯を食う
仲間と抱え込んだ手荷物
手放す事なく詰み込むトランク
向かう先のトラブルやら不安
痛みの分だけまた強くなる
だから俺らはまだまだいけるはず
よぉ
ドラッグで潤した懐
味気ないスープに足す黒胡椒
思い出だけがスローモーション
俺ら好きで極める愚の骨頂
いつも
どこかやるせない夜をこえて
一人向き合う鏡の前で
何を求めて
頭抱える間に過ぎ去ってく
Sundayからmonday
俺らは病んでる暇ないぜ
I got no time to
Waste my life on my pain
報われろ全ての頑張る人
こんなご時世こそ夢と希望
腐りたくなる事もある
それに負けちゃ
踊らされてる事になる
自分で踊りに行かなきゃな
ハートあるダンス本気出す
We don’t back down
Good vibeそこらに拡散
Pay it forwardし気丈に振る舞う
皆で夕陽見てたあの頃じゃねぇが
今も大事にするNeighbor
変わらねーのはそれぐれーかなー
思い出させる磯のフレイバー
過去のカルマを背負って高く飛ぶ
恨みや期待背負って高く飛ぶ
俺の苦悩なんて何を隠そう
地球からしたら目クソ鼻クソ
いつも
どこかやるせない夜をこえて
一人向き合う鏡の前で
何を求めて
頭抱える間に過ぎ去ってく
Sundayからmonday
俺らは病んでる暇ないぜ
I got no time to
Waste my life on my pain

Ah, it's so boring
I also want to today.
Without the love, everything is nothing.
It is dull dark brown.
Even this can't change the behind.
I decided to do it.
So do it.
Correctly understand the decision at that time
So you can eat some extra money.
Luggage held with friends
A suitcase that can be stuffed in without letting go
Trouble and anxiety wherever you go.
The pain will get stronger again.
So we should be ok.
used at the end of an imperative sentence
A bosom moistened with drugs
Black pepper added to tasteless soup
Only memories are slow motion.
Like us, extremely stupid.
always
Over an unbearable night
In front of the mirror facing alone
What do you want
Hold your head and pass.
From Sunday to monday
We are sick, and there is no time.
I got no time to
Waste my life on my pain
Reward all those who work hard.
Such an era is the dream and hope.
Sometimes I want to rot.
If you lose that,
You were fooled.
I have to go dancing by myself
Get serious about dancing
We don't back down
Good vibe spread there
Pay it forward, act strongly.
Although it is not the time for everyone to watch the sunset together.
Neighbor that we should cherish now.
That's probably the same thing.
A reminiscent smell of rocky mountains.
Kalma, carrying the past, flies high.
Fly high with resentment and expectation
What is hidden in my distress?
From the earth, fucking eyes, fucking nose.
always
Over an unbearable night
In front of the mirror facing alone
What do you want
Hold your head and pass.
From Sunday to monday
We are sick, and there is no time.
I got no time to
Waste my life on my pain