I Hate Sailor Uniforms by Nekomura Iroha Lyrics
Symbolic, obsolete slogans
Whether it’s chastity, or mistakes,
I’ve had enough of this stale association game
In other words, there’s no chance of winning
Holding knives, the girls strut about
"I’m different from them,"
They all say in chorus
(Idiot)
Sentimental, systematic retrospection
Destructive thoughts, theoretical armaments,
And cheap imitation games, I’ve had enough of them
In other words, it’s a disposable punch line
[Pre-Chorus 1]
"Be sure to follow the rule"
A patchwork Messiah, pulled out from the grave
The popular sign says,
"Come on, s-t-o-p"
[Chorus 1]
I’m sorry; in the end, I can’t do anything
"That’s wrong, that’s wrong," holding my head,
Marching forward like soldiers
While wearing an innocent skin,
In the end, I can’t molt free of it
Aa aa Ahh, ahh,
I hate these clothes that force my uncertain body to be certain
"Scatter, like the noble cherry blossoms"
"Endure, like the burning maples in autumn frost"
Those guys always play the same hand
In other words, it’s a line-up of frauds
[Pre-Chorus 2]
"Be sure to worship this signal"
A Messiah of continued failure, hung at the execution ground
The broken signal says,
"Hey, keep go-ing"
[Chorus 2]
I’m sorry; in the end, I won’t do anything
"It’s wrong, it’s wrong," breaking my heart,
Being marched away like sinners
With an naive outift sewn on,
In the end, I can’t be defeated
Even when you can no longer regret it,
Given these choices,
Who will you die with?
[Chorus 3]
I’m sorry; in the end, I can’t do thing,
"That’s wrong, that’s wrong," holding my head,
Marching forward like soldiers
While stuck with a mask of ignorance,
In the end, I can’t be defeated
Aa aa Ahh, ahh,
I hate that I can only distort and ascertain my uncertain body
Whether it’s chastity, or mistakes,
I’ve had enough of this stale association game
In other words, there’s no chance of winning
Holding knives, the girls strut about
"I’m different from them,"
They all say in chorus
(Idiot)
Sentimental, systematic retrospection
Destructive thoughts, theoretical armaments,
And cheap imitation games, I’ve had enough of them
In other words, it’s a disposable punch line
[Pre-Chorus 1]
"Be sure to follow the rule"
A patchwork Messiah, pulled out from the grave
The popular sign says,
"Come on, s-t-o-p"
[Chorus 1]
I’m sorry; in the end, I can’t do anything
"That’s wrong, that’s wrong," holding my head,
Marching forward like soldiers
While wearing an innocent skin,
In the end, I can’t molt free of it
Aa aa Ahh, ahh,
I hate these clothes that force my uncertain body to be certain
"Scatter, like the noble cherry blossoms"
"Endure, like the burning maples in autumn frost"
Those guys always play the same hand
In other words, it’s a line-up of frauds
[Pre-Chorus 2]
"Be sure to worship this signal"
A Messiah of continued failure, hung at the execution ground
The broken signal says,
"Hey, keep go-ing"
[Chorus 2]
I’m sorry; in the end, I won’t do anything
"It’s wrong, it’s wrong," breaking my heart,
Being marched away like sinners
With an naive outift sewn on,
In the end, I can’t be defeated
Even when you can no longer regret it,
Given these choices,
Who will you die with?
[Chorus 3]
I’m sorry; in the end, I can’t do thing,
"That’s wrong, that’s wrong," holding my head,
Marching forward like soldiers
While stuck with a mask of ignorance,
In the end, I can’t be defeated
Aa aa Ahh, ahh,
I hate that I can only distort and ascertain my uncertain body