On the train heading to my part-time job, I glared at the annoying guys in suits.
A cracking mp3 ringing in your earphones, a new indie artist known only to those in the know.
I don't want to be the same as everyone else, so I say the same things as everyone else.
I was supposed to be someone, I just didn't have the chance yet.

The girl who had only done it two or three times ran away when she found out she was a menhera.
There's a CD by a band I left behind, but it's too effeminate to listen to.
If you go to the majors, you'll be pushed hard, and if you become a top seller, there's no use for you.
The wagon sale at the entrance is like a graveyard of commercial music.

I hurt you because you hurt me
And yet, my frustration never ends. It never ends.

Peace to your troubled days
For those who don't have it, the power of struggle
Bringing light to your painful tomorrow
I don't speak for you. I wish to remain anonymous.

I keep struggling to keep doing what I want to do, and I'm half-dead.
Even so, I've learned that it's much better than living lifelessly.
There's no way he has talent, there's no way he's a great person.
To begin with, there are only scum in this world.I agree, but I want to move on soon.

I was hurt, but I don't feel angry.
I'm not mature enough to say that, it's nonsense

Peace to your troubled days
For those who don't have it, the power of struggle
Bringing light to your painful tomorrow
I don't speak for you. I wish to remain anonymous.

"He made all these trashy songs, and he's already withered away."
I used to be myself, complaining all the time.
If you have something to complain about, just say it, strangle yourself.
When I was finally cornered on stage, I at least shouted out my presence.

My troubled song will bear fruit
Incite resistance to voiceless voices
Put an end to my painful past
No one speaks for you but you. Request to remain anonymous.