Anime: Ranpo Kitan Game of Laplace Opening

切れかけた街灯に照らされて　明滅繰り返す人々の影
ゴムの匂いと空気の湿り気　静寂と呼ぶには、はなはだ多弁
したがって　定まらぬ視点　星を滑って　東北に流転
蛾が群がって　どうせ無駄だって　夢に焼け落ちて　あとは何もねえ

行き先のない乗車券　此岸の終わりの夕景
地球の裏の荒野へ　早く連れてってくれ

夏の庭に犬の骨　死屍累々の日付　それを踏んづけて明日へ　気管支炎の音符で
血を吐くまでは歌え　放射状　北の山背　そこに咲いた花でさえ　冒涜は許されて　

砂場に子供らの神話体系　その一粒ごと神は宿って
絡まって　切れぬ社会性　みだりに越えて　唾を吐き掛け
我が塞がって　来世疑って　無様に燃えて　あとは何もねえ

獣と人の分岐点　命にたかる銀蠅
精子は霊地の巡礼　死ぬには早い降雪

国道沿いのラブホテル　トワイライト純潔で　言葉足らずの夜明け　吃音的な世の果て
それを飲み込んでは咽せる　結露に滴るカーテン　命が今焼け落ちて　車道に冬の銀河系

トラックの荷台に跨がって　歳月が通り過ぎた
交差点で横転して　血を流していた
窓越しにそれを見ていたら　命がじりじりと焦げる音を聞いた

スピードと摩擦　火花を散らして　
スピードと摩擦　内臓を焦がして

体内に発車の汽笛　血液は逃避の路線　旅立っては近づいて　離れてくのはどうして?
苛立ちは尚叫んで　ひび割れた今日の風景　地表にうがつささくれ　二月は無垢な難破船

スピードと摩擦　内臓を焦がして

kirekaketa gaitou ni terasarete meimetsu kurikaesu hitobito no kage
gomu no nioi to kuuki no shimerike seijaku to yobu ni wa, hanahada taben
shitagatte sadamaranu shiten hoshi wo subette touhoku ni ryuuten
ga ga muragatte douse muda datte yume ni yakeochite ato wa nani mo nee

yukisaki no nai joushaken shigan no owari no yuukei

chikyuu no ura no kouya e hayaku tsuretettekure

natsu no niwa ni inu no hone shishiruirui no hidzuke sore o fundzukete asu e kikanshien no onpu de
chi o haku made wa utae houshajou kita no yamase soko ni saita hana de sae boutoku wa yurusarete

boku wa shitauchi o shita kono machi e iya, shitauchi shita no wa machi no hou de
sunaba ni kodomora no shinwataikei sono hitotsubugoto kami wa yadotte
karamatte kirenu shakaisei midari ni koete tsuba o hakikake
ga ga fusagatte raise utagatte buzama ni moete ato wa nani mo nee

kemono to hito no bunkiten inochi ni takaru ginbae

seishi wa reichi no junrei shinu ni wa hayai kousetsu

kokudouzoi no rabu hoteru towairaito junketsu de kotoba tarazu no yoake kitsuonteki na yo no hate
sore o nomikonde wa museru ketsuro ni shitataru kaaten inochi ga ima yakeochite shadou ni fuyu no gingakei

torakku no nidai ni matagatte saigetsu ga toorisugita
kousaten de outen shite chi o nagashiteita
madogoshi ni sore o miteitara inochi ga jirijiri to kogeru oto o kiita

supiido to masatsu hibana o chirashite
supiido to masatsu naizou o kogashite

tainai ni hassha no kiteki ketsueki wa touhi no rosen tabidatte wa chikadzuite hanareteiku no wa doushite?
iradachi wa nao sakende hibiwareta kyou no fuukei chihyou ni ugatsu sasakure nigatsu wa muku na nanpasen

The shadows of all the people flicker on and off, lit up by the dying street lights
There’s the smell of rubber and moisture in the air. There’s far too much talk to call this silence
Accordingly, my point of view won’t stay fixed; it skips over the stars and moves on to the northeast
Moths gather, but in any case, it’s futile–they burn down in my dreams, and after that, there’s nothing left

A ticket to ride with no destination, the evening scenery at the end of this life
Please take me quickly to the wasteland at the other side of the world

With the notes of bronchitis. The cold wind from the northern mountains radiates in all directions, and even the desecration of the flowers that bloom there is allowed

I clicked my tongue at this town–no, it’s the town that did it to me
There’s a system to the myths of the children in the sandbox, and the gods dwell in each grain of sand
I get involved, unable to cut off this sociability. I cross over without reason and spit at them
I close myself off and doubt an afterlife, burning up clumsily, and after that, there’s nothing left

On the dividing line between beasts and men, silver flies swarm around life
Sperm makes a pilgrimage to sacred grounds, too soon to die in snowfall

A love hotel alongside the highway with a chaste twilight. An inadequate dawn, and the end of the world like a stutter
I swallow it down and choke, dew dripping down the curtains. Life burns down now at the galactic winter in the road

It straddled the back of a truck, and the years passed by
It flipped over at an intersection and shed blood
When I saw it through the window, I heard the crackling of life being burned

Speed and friction set off sparks
Speed and friction burn my organs

There’s a steam whistle in my body signaling my departure, and my blood is my escape route. Why is it that whenever I set out on a journey and draw near, I find myself getting farther away?
I shout out with even more irritation with the fractured scenery of today. A sliver of it pierces the ground. There’s an untainted shipwreck in February

Speed and friction burn my organs