i slid into my futon, and gazed at the indoor unit
from which freezing air and a fiery glare flowed forth
it has one bloodshot eye
its sharp splitting slits face me
i'm drying up! i'm drying up!
water! water! water! water please!
i'm drying up! i'm drying up!
i've become but a husk!
as i laid on my tatami, and listened to the cicada symphony
from the opened window, a cold stare and warm stench flowed forth
this is the the top floor of the complex, so what could that be?
("that" is a large mouth which drifted through the air)
eyes... eyes... it's all eyes
(countless teeth)
all staring us dead down
(which draw ever closer)
ああ
... the warbler and the dragonfly were killed
the rabbit too (only the mackerel's head)
only the tuna's tail
"
ああ
... if i had switched on the radio
the eel and catfish would've remained"
i called out. i called out.
we're melting - we're melting
we're melting - we're melting
we're melting - we're melting
we're melting! - we're melting!
water! water! water! we're becoming water!
we're melting! - we're melting!
we've become but one!