(Ceschi)
Walking on tippy toes
Through rubble and debris
Towards a brighter light
I feel my grandmother calling me
Over to the window
We can go
Wherever the wind blows
In a moment
Any possibility can happen
In a moment
We can be forgotten or remembered
In a moment
Worlds can change
Those moments when hope remains
Are the precious porcelain pieces of power
That so many people crave
I am not afraid
To say
That i got a little bit of hope and
Ima stay this way
Whenever the happiness eventually
Fades away
I'll find my way to the top of the mountains peak
With a falcons beak on my face
Pecking away at the dark when life is bleak
These heartbeats can move so slow
Like rain droplets down car windows
And pockets are empty holes
Where stress only grows and grows
In a moment
Any possibility can happen
In a moment
We can be forgotten or remembered
In a moment
Worlds can change
But i'll love you til the grave
And i'll struggle to become a better person every minute every day
I don't play
This aint no fucking game
I'm saying
That the human race can overcome all this pain
Anyway
So as long hope remains
I'ma struggle to become a better person every minute every day

Between our shoulder blades
Between our shoulder blades
There's a power sprouting
Deeply
Between our shoulder blades

(Kaigen)
過去を漂う箱舟の中で身篭った御子の名は望み/
下書きのまま保存した明日に溢した悲しみの染み抜き/
なけなしを分けあい再び開花を誓うにこやかな蕾/
爪痕へ一人一人のあと一息が吹き寄せる寿/

焦土と化した郷土は想像すら容易に参上できぬ程の惨状/
逃げ延びた事実や生かされている実感はできるものならいっそ返上/
してしまおうかと思うぐらい重く、あまりに無力/
な自分自身に理不尽なまでにのしかかる 死に底ない一同/　
心因性の被災により 額に開いた 負い目に覆い被せる罪滅ぼしを創作(捜索)中/
電波には乗らぬ数多の現場、　情報の瓦礫を除去すれば、/
捌き切れずに持て余した善意が転移すべき先は一目瞭然/
大は小を兼ねず、大と小を兼ね備える当意即妙の共同戦線/
この期に及んで組織図を広げ、つまらん利害に迂回を促され後手に/
回るご対応 一命を落っことしても延命させたい慣例とその恩恵/
知ってか知らずか日常的に担いでいた片棒の全貌が露出/
ひいては視野を囲うべく加工された建屋もよもやの爆発/
我田引水を使用しての冷却に腐心しようなら容赦なく付着する不信感/
都合よく括った高をほどく耐用年数をとうに超過した依存心のメルトダウン/
起こりえた想定外という人災に際して差し迫る俺たちの判断/
や行動が怠慢な想定内を押し流したって構いやしない/
同じ傷が築いた絆がおいそれと倒壊/
する恐れなど到底なく、空回りする縦割りの頭を勝ち割り/　
苦しい時のお上頼みからの立ち退き、 分かち合える労り/
の炊き出し係 はもちろん持ち回りで繋げる踏ん張り/

[Kaigen - Translation]
In an ark drifting among the past a child was conceived,
And was named hope
Spilt sorrow on a tomorrow saved as a draft,
Now we clean the stains out
A smiling bud, sharing pennies and swearing to bloom again
Toward a scar, each one’s “one more step”
Pushes together a day of celebration

Our birthplace turned to scorched earth
A terrible spectacle beyond imagination’s reach
Reality of our escape and the feeling of being kept alive are so heavy
On my incompetent shoulders it’s absurd, I’d give it back if I could
A group of survivors, stricken by a psychogenic disaster
Which opened eyes of debt on our foreheads
so we quest and create for atonement
Many scenes that do not travel on radio waves
If the rubble of information is cleaned out
Will only take one look to see where the over flowing goodwill will spread to
Not “better bigger than small” but both “big and small” united front repartee
Still trying to spread that organization chart
Responses delayed by detours caused of useless interests
They put people’s lives on the line
Just to keep alive conventions and the fruit it bears
The acts we took part in either consciously or not
Have exposed in its entirety like fuel rods
In addition, a structure was constructed to engulf our view
Only soon to explode
Every miller draws water to his own mill to cool down
If one takes pains in this then distrust will attach to those relentlessly
A meltdown of dependency well beyond its service life
Which was overestimated for convenience sake
Our decisions face a man-made disaster beyond expectations
Which could happen there is no problem if
Our actions push aside the expectations built on laziness
Crush the hierarchical heads just spinning wheels and never assuming
That the bond tied by shared scars could collapse
Retreat from reliance on authority in times of crisis
Compassion shared at soup kitchens
This connection is our firm stand

(Ceschi)
Between our shoulder blades
Between our shoulder blades
There's a power sprouting
Deeply
Between our shoulder blades