キレキャリオン -3

ポリスピカデリー

With my sharpened senses I sniff out the new one Using a chainsaw for my spinning dance Is more than just an unforgettable memory Every time we get close to each other The proof that I’m alive bubbles up to the surface A voice sounds from the edge of hell Let’s finish this quickly My answer should’ve already been obvious Before I’m noticed… And now Kill carry on, carry on, carryalion Kill carry on, carry on, carryalion Shred them to utter pieces My sense of perception is on full throttle I’m swaddled in pleasure And it coalesces with my deceived impulses