Nell — "Losers Recipe" English lyrics
Looking around, looking around, Hovering to see whether There's somewhere to stick, Begging here and there.
Jabbering on excitedly— Empty vessels makes the most noise. There's no end to greed And the effort is always mediocre.
It's shallow. It's so shallow That before it touches me It disappears.
A hundred, a thousand times, I'll concede and even understand, But if you're asking me to participate, I'll decline. After playing to your heart's content, using the remaining time To half-ass it just doesn't fit my style at all. It doesn't suit my tastes, Your recipe.
Oblivion as a sleep aid, Avarice as a stimulant— In that empty can of a head, Delusions flower.
You want to hold a knife. With two empty hands, You're only satisfied After mangling everything.
It's superficial. It's so superficial That even playing along Isn't any fun.
Jealousy, Hate, envy, (Bad memories…) Colorless, tasteless life mixed with a spoon of fantasy. Your recipe, always a cup half empty. Layers and layers of brazenness covering the fear inside. Ear-shattering, discordant melody, blood spit from your lips. Want to shove your bookmark wherever, but the story's never yours. The enemy in the mirror's irritated and tormented you your whole life; Instead, you'll break screens with bloody fists. Watching the world be flooded and flail around in the morning rain You were too afraid to face alone must be fun, 'Cause you don't give a, you don't give a Fuck. Please just disappear. What a waste of air.
Before putting on the pretense of refinement, Please at least wipe off your drool. Does someone else's grass look greener? Do you not see the effort behind it?
You wouldn't know, Having had free rides your whole life, But choices come at a cost. So shut your trap.
Even if your skull is hollow, Your tongue darts like a snake. Before making a lame excuse, At least wet your lips.
For someone who's always exploited others, You probably don't know this either, But if you wanna do some chopping, At least wipe your cutting board. (You don't even have the basics.)
What's the point of telling you? It's just tiresome. And makes my mouth hurt. And is a waste of time.
