[CHORUS]
崇高な理想が最強の矛となって醜い我が/
身を保護する最強の盾 "現実"と衝突する性/
崇高な理想が最強の矛となってかわいい我が/
身を保護する最強の盾 "現実"と衝突する性/

[VERSE 1]
下駄箱に並ぶ一際くたびれた二足の草鞋/
幸か不幸か本来の利き足を偽っても、なまじ/
様になるもんだから、周囲の勝手な期待というか/
誤解に応えようとロード続きで磨り減って折れてしまった/
踵や心 ビートというホームで持ち前のプレイを取り戻しても/
依然一介の賃金奴隷　生き延びる策として大企業の/
歯車役を演じてるつもりがいつの間にか立派な稼ぎ頭に/
なくなく手放した魂の代償でうさ晴らしに無駄遣い/
禁欲的かつ反体制的な主張とは裏腹に、/
正直な体は浪費の快楽に抗えず、/
実生活ではお忍びで弱肉強食の食卓/
をちゃっかり囲んでいる自分を黙認　行動と口頭がまるで別人/
よそ行きの理論を鍛えるだけで肝心の実践は敬遠/
気づいていながら、目を背けるのが一番悪質じゃん/
駄目な訳を挙げていけば、果てしねえ堂々巡り　針のむしろ/
も実は住めば都。　ようやくお役御免となるとむしろ/
去りがたし 何を今更・・・感傷にひたるなんて柄でも/
あるまいし、形ばかりの情が移ったのだと思い、貧しい/
胸中を確かめてみると案の定どころかここぞというときに/
使いやすかった弁解の余地を手放すのが急に惜しくなったらしい/

[CHORUS]
崇高な理想が最強の矛となって醜い我が/
身を保護する最強の盾 "現実"と衝突する性/
崇高な理想が最強の矛となってかわいい我が/
身を保護する最強の盾”現実”と衝突する・・・だが/

[VERSE 2]
相反する生き様の狭間で働きづめだった後ろめたさ/
「お疲れ様」お蔭様で染まりきらずに踏みとどまった/
所信に苦渋の選択を塗り重ねた書きかけの自画像/
完成までの行程が遠く険しくてもその道中/
で蓄えた経験が財産になることだってしょっちゅう/
弱さは罪ではなく強くなるために課せられた試練のごとく/
現時点での最善の一筆を粘り強く、/
とり続けることさえできればいよいよ佳境に入る/
妥協もやがては感動の最終回を迎える/


[Translation]

[CHORUS]
Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their ugly self

Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their lovely self

[VERSE 1]
Like wearing two hats, two pairs of worn out shoes left in a shoe cupboard
For better or worse, I could fake my dominant leg and look suitable
So I continued the road-game till my soles were torn and heart was broken
In an effort to satisfy the expectations
Or even misunderstandings of people around me
Although I regained my natural moves in my home ground known as beats
Still a slave for the wage.
Supposed to be acting out as a cog in the corporate machine
But found myself becoming an excellent breadwinner before I knew it
Ease myself by wasting money earned through the painful sale of soul
In contrary to the stoic and antiestablishment claims
The body being honest; fails to resist the pleasure of consumption
In real life I overlook myself secretly dinning accordingly to the law of the jungle
What is said and done are like two completely different people
Trained in theory strictly for outings but slacked on the bottom line practice
Isn’t it the worst when you look the other way, when you know what’s going on?
Endless in circles if I list reasons for the fall through. A bed of nails
But still home is where you make it. When you’re released from it
Becomes strangely hard to leave.
Too late for sentimentalism… plus I’m not the type to be
Thinking that it must be infatuation. I check in my poor chest and
Find that sure enough, when the time comes
Suddenly the convenient excuses are too dear to let go of

[CHORUS]
Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which naturally collides with reality
The strongest shield protecting their ugly self

Noble ideals turn into the strongest spear
Which collides with reality, the strongest shield
Protecting their lovely self…however

[VERSE 2]
“Good job today” but the over work between conflicting lifestyles
Leaves me feeling guilty, which in turn keep my beliefs
From becoming fully tainted by the
Layer upon layer of tough choices on it
That make this work-in-progress self-portrait
Even if the path to completion is rugged and far, experience
Gained on the road often turns into a fortune
Weakness is not a sin but an ordeal imposed for those to become stronger
If the best brush possible at the present moment
Is stroked persistently over and over, compromises of the past
Shall meet its final climax, a touching last episode