Oooooooooooooh, FIGHT!
Oh baby, nooooo-ooh-oohh
Oh baby, nooooo-ooh-oohh
Having keen eyes, hearing those cliché phrases,
Or being someone's copy can't satisfy me
I don't want the spark, because it'll
One day come at me as the threat of a tiger
The best plays are made at the end of a dark season
The first stage is in the house,
And I don't feel like I can lose this battle
Let's fight it out 24/7
Even if I'm stuck in a blue world, I'll laugh everything off
And because I've now lost the sun, I'll go find the moon
We lost sight of things that were clear before,
And now we're drowning in the sea of our memories
But why? Why do I act like
I never made those promises and move on to the next passport?
Like the cloud,
I've lost my insistence
I'm tired of the flatterers I meet everyday
The spark is about to die,
And although it's dying slowly,
I won't think twice of what I said
The best plays are made at the end of a dark season
The first stage is in the house,
And I carefully search for the doors to Elysium
So that I can send him there
What you get from pretty words you halfheartedly put down on papers
Is just a desperately put together, empty story of pretty words
Let's leave a bit of our important memories here
It'll be too heavy to carry them all across the sea
And the next time we meet,
Let's joyfully reminisce on these memories
Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, I want to hear, again, the eternal voice
Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, this is the turning point
G9, that one column confuses the brain alteration from a shock
Base, ability, mind
Round 1, go ahead and keep barking from that unsightly place
There's going to be an all-out instant
That was gained devouring the discouragements
The punch is full of G9
And it causes a brain alteration just from its shock
Rebel one, shake violently again, it'll blow out your eardrums
Rebel one, shake violently again
My eyes that can no longer find the sun
Will now, never reflect and shine off the moon
Following my endless desires and wishes,
I'll walk aimlessly, looking for something nonexistent
We lost sight of things that were clear before,
and now we're drowning in the sea of our memories
But why? Why do I act like
I never made those promises and move on to the next passport?
Let's leave a bit of our important memories here
It'll be too heavy to carry them all across the sea
And the next time we meet,
let's joyfully reminisce on these memories
If we successfully leave them here,
We won't drown or discard and meet back here
Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, this is the turning point
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