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Asking and answering oneself, infinite advice, a dangerous thing Internal bleeding, we've hit a snag
Wanting to share a new pain from the frontal lobe, information bypass
Unable to resolve, absurdity, a school swimsuit An eruption of excretions, time for a delusion defrag
Watch out! Facial image degrading
But it's fine, just wanna eat some Macarons
Matching the rhythm of transience, if you give a woman strength with a one, two step
Then being loved by the passive herbivores, it will be as commanded
Unable to find employment, passing on that unreasonable game Ignoring the interview, a negotiations breakdown
Loss of cellphone, mental collapse
(There is most likely a problem in the autonomic nerves)
babbling on with a list of glib, repetitive statements,
If in the end guys and girls just want to rub "this" and "that" together to feel good,
Then hit me with that "pole-like" object
Red flowers in full bloom,
I'm a Spinal Fluid Explosion Girl
Come, let's dance wildly
Everyone will be dead 100 years from now anyways
Hold onto the quivering me
If this brain-juice is made to seep out ever more violently,
"Go" all the way to the other side of the moon
(The number you have dialed...
…is not presently in use)
Answering each question, a charismatic lawyer Selling a How-to book
Asking the guy at the Starbucks with the dark caramel Like they want to put on a smug face, Tokyo Bias
Mass production idols with a common destiny Festival clowns, True Love = NO GOOD
Developing a sense of feeling wearing devil-child's makeup
Gonna eat Macarons for the 3pm snack
In unison with the slap bass, if the geisha were to sing of Harakiri and Mt. Fuji,
An unintentional girls-only meet-up, a spontaneous free-for-all Tweeting in moderation with sweets in mind
The after-party, Korea Barbecue over in Gotanda Googling, ill-informed, infected by a virus
Canceling that low-key feature phone after 2 years
(Please enter you PIN number once more)
Beckoning with a swinging tail
From the outset I didn't want such a cute puppy-like thing
Bind me up with that hemp rope
Marquis de Sade, pillow work
I'm a Spinal Fluid Explosion Girl
Come, let's dance wildly
Everyone will be dead 100 years from now anyways
Quick, hold me tight
Indulging even more in these intracranial narcotics
Start rowing to the other side of the universe
Come, let's dance wildly
Since I'm certain that the me after 100 years will be reborn a beautiful girl
Casting off this old, stale body
If this brain-juice is made to seep out ever more violently,
"Go" all the way to the other side of the moon
"Spinal Fluid Explosion Girl" Music & Lyrics : Rerulili Movie : fm