AKASAKI - Hikikomorii Lyrics

I'm tired of music that pretends to be serious
I played guitar in my room that day, immersed in a utopia

The more I deceive my own will, the cheaper I become
Amateur critic, A.B.C
You guys are so annoying
Lyrics that praise others even though they have no basis in fact
Even in a place like this, I'm living with ease
The smell of loneliness seeping in

Dear boy, what kind of song are you singing now?
Dear boy, what kind of song are you writing now?
Feel like having a bit hard time to live
So I'm walking in my dream

I'm tired of music that pretends to be serious
I played guitar in my room that day, immersed in a utopia

I'm tired of the greedy music
Dark, bitter, what day is it?
Every day I feel it so deeply

Dear boy, what song are you singing now?
Dear boy, what song are you writing now?
Because this is not a dance hall
I'ｍ dancing in my dream

I'm tired of music that pretends to be serious.
I played guitar in my room that day, immersed in a utopia

There was a boy who danced to music that pretended to be serious
He was beautiful, with amateurish smile
I'm tired of music that pretends to be serious.
Dark, bitter, what day is it?
Every day I feel it so deeply
Every day I play the guitar