My Neighbor Satan - Boris

The ideal, he seems quite uneasy

Is almost crying, and he just sits there

He’s got a pair of dark, innocent eyes

«So tell me.»

The lies quivers together.

«Tell me, don’t shy away.»

Scared

«Tell me.»

The lies squeeze each other, very tightly

This is like a prayer, I thought, till the night came

Bring it down, you’ve got the blade in your left hand.

Don’t hesitate

Trying to or not trying to terminate, he has some tears in his eyes

Caught off-guard, his eyes give somewhat dismayed look

With the innocence deep inside

Look, it’s so wistful.

Why, why do you blame me?

The melody penetrates his chest, and stops him crying

The melody penetrates his chest, and makes him pray

It drives him insane, oh he still has those innocent eyes

It makes him pray

«How does it feel to be driven insane?»

He still has it in the chest, it seems

Somehow he feels it’s inside of himself

The Satan might have given him nowhere to go

It’s sticking into his chest, and it’s the Satan