This song is actually quite similar to Kairikou and shares many samples, but is completely different in tone and lyrics.

Japanese

「そうだ 君には言えなかった話

僕がまだ名も無き日の頃に

鉄塔の陰を踏み倒しながら重ねた嘘が

心残りなんだまだ自分でも 解っていないが

今ここで 全てを

打ち明けようと思う」

早朝　未明の街路

巨大なコンクリート　虚ってる

揉め事の匂い　二つの頭蓋

知らない面

「なんで覚えてないの？」

って何回も言ってんだけど

思い出せない

眠り方も忘れているらしい

この部屋に答えは無いのかも

書き置き残したテーブルに躓いて

偽りの名前纏って飛び出したら

四畳半の壁が遠ざかっていく

鉄塔の影を踏み倒して

ここだよって叫んでる声は

ガラガラになってた

そうさ 偽物はこの僕さ

鉄線の海を食い荒らして

馬鹿げてるって言いたいんだろうよ

無様でもアジャストしてよ

並列のフェイク

空欄にセーブ

身勝手を頂戴

仮のエスケープ

夕景　依然　変わらず

不快のオンパレード　伺ってる

また　無断の夜明け　新しさを待っている

またここで行き止まりなんてな

何度も見ている もう飽きた　忘れたい

鬱陶しい様な黄色と黒が

僕を嗤っている　もう意識は剥がれていた

「さて 話はいったん区切りだ

ところで こんな光景を

前にも見た事があったな

あの時もこんな四畳半だった

確かそうあの背中は この机に躓いていた

うすら寒いと思うかい？笑えるね」

それじゃあ 君は誰？

解ってんならさっさと征け

鉄塔の陰を追い越したなら

高く遠く地を詰って跳ぶ

くらくらになってた

そうさ 「本物」はこの僕さ

謁見の間も　通り越して

閻魔の橋が崩れ落ちたって

滑稽？さあ？クラップ鳴らせ

証明のフェイク

「本物」のアーカイブ

気張った無法人

これはサブゲーム

こっから本当さ

「どうせこんな話さ」

English

"Right, that story I never got to tell you.

Around the time I was still a nobody,

walking on the shadow of a steel tower, the piled up lies,

that I'll never know the true extent of, that I'll surely never live down,

I think I'll lay bare every last one of them to you."

Early morning, on the road at dawn

the unending sea of concrete truly vacant,

the smell of trouble in the air, two skulls,

two unknown faces.

"Why can't I remember?"

No matter how many times I repeat myself,

I still can't recall.

It feels like I've even forgotten how to sleep.

There's probably no answers awaiting me here in this room...

I stumble into a table with a note left on it,

and a fake name written all over it jumps out at me,

and the walls of the small room fade from my vision...

Walking on the shadow of the steel tower,

"Right here," someone shouts,

their voice becoming more and more stressed,

That's right, the imitation was me.

Overrunning the sea of steel wires,

I want to say that I was looking quite foolish there,

as I made an unsightly adjustment,

a parallel fake,

saving in the blank space.

Please indulge in my egocentrism.

A temporary escape.

An evening scene now, it's still without end.

An array of unpleasantries are inquired about.

Once again, the dawn breaks without notice, and I'm still waiting on something new.

Looks like I'm at an impasse, no?

I've looked over it how many times now, and I'm starting to get tired of it... I want to forget all about this...

A depressing kind of yellow and black again

I'm just laughing now, and before long I'm ripped from consciousness.

"Right, let's pause this story for a moment.

So, like, before this scene,

we saw some stuff happen, right?

Right now, same as before, it's been the small room.

And before that, there was the desk that we stumbled into.

Do you think it's slightly cold in there? I'm making you laugh, aren't I."

Well then, just who are you?

If you comprehend me, go forth.

Passing over the shadow of the steel tower,

flying regardless of how tall and far,

has gotten me dizzy.

That's right, the "genuine" was me.

Surpassing the barrier to audience with him,

the bridge to the judge of the dead crumbles down,

(You think it's funny? Huh? Come on, clap for me.)

One certified fake

A "genuine" archive

An outlaw going all out

This is a sub-game

Alright, from this point on I'll actually say the truth.

"Eh, whatever with this story."