ロジカ

I can glimpse into the future

Logically, "what-ifs" and posers

Crumble under my theory

Forge ahead, without a falter

Just as planned, crunching the numbers

Of a precise category

There can be NO unexpected encounters

Improvise, adapt, and conquer

Erase those error bars and see

Forge ahead, why did I falter?

You and I, where do we differ

In our rationality?

Logic I had let inform my status quo

Now all I know fits a narrow mould

And it starts to float away like foam, oh

Where am I going, where is home…?

So now I'm searching for an answer, searching for an answer

Keep looking after what's ahead

But why is there a shadow behind me eating at my heart instead?

(Don't let it get in your head)

I swear there's proof I'm here and living, proof I'm there, existing

Upholding my dreams, 1×1*

So what is it I'm missing? Oh, tell me, please

The meaning of living within these

Twists and turns that never end

I didn't plan for this, which way comes after?

I despise the way I flounder

In uncharted territory

Forge ahead, try not to falter

Don't let hope colour the future

When it's a fractured mystery

Where did I go wrong along this road I walked?

I long to know why my life's been for naught

Now I see I've reached the belly of the beast, oh

Is this what I've been toiling for…?

So now I'm searching for an answer, searching for an answer

With all my might, I need that cure

Because there is a shadow behind me eating at my heart, I fear

("You're getting frail, my dear")

But I can say my doubts and questions, shout for my existence

Yet no one hears my SOS

So tell me what I'm missing, I'm lost again

Relentlessly drifting till morning

So, say I'm searching for an answer, searching for an answer

Crying a river till it dries

I correlate the shadow within me with the throbbing pain inside

(Weak to the force of its bite)

Perhaps the fact that I am thinking proves that I am living**

Hands out and shout I've 1, 1, 1***

So what is it I'm missing? Oh, tell me, please

The meaning of living and drifting

Without any answers by morning

Unplanning, just twisting and turning

Into the Now, until The End