Used to the supernatural, catastrophic madness,
I mistake my daily life for peace.
As this roaming train wobbles me back and forth,
What was it that I shouldn't lose sight of?

Consumed by concepts of egalitarian fundamentalism,
Feels like even my soul is so much uncertainty.
You have to clearly state what you love and what you hate,
Or you're no different from a dummy.

Ah, the crowds of people walking down the streets at night,
Some seem to be in bliss, some melancholic.
The contrast jumps around the music staff,
Creating the song and rhythm.

Marmalade and sugar song,
Peanuts and Bitter step,
So sweet and yet so sore,
It makes me feel queasy.

Let's head south-southwest,
And keep this party going,
To make it a night
That the world will never forget.

I feel fantastic, a chain of reflections go on

Marmalade and sugar song,
Peanuts and Bitter step,
So sweet and yet so sore,
It makes me feel queasy.

Let's head south-southwest,
And keep this party going,
To make it a night
That the world will never forget.

I feel fantastic, a chain of reflections go on
From one good time,
To a problem, then another good time