Envy - A Dead Sinking Story (2009) by Envy (보컬) on maniadb.com

The cruel history is still holding.
The time raised this valuable theory.
Learning crushes the mistakes.
Only on the days we cry, we rip the times.

And now, the background of the stories we tell and pass.
We know it and the truth at the bottom is crazed.
What our behavior means.
What comes from our knowledge?
Though we wait, the answers won't come ahead.

Cannot connect each person's thinking.
Everything is ill-matched and awkward.
High ideal. Sickness and poor minds.
Ignorance becomes a brag. Such a sad distance.
A miracle of sinful brains.

Now switch. Dare tomorrow.
Hold a great force to avoid agony.
Left in a self-alienation.
Have faith in both erasing you out and loving you.
The origins play frightened in a small garden.

(English translation)

Puzzled for long. Even at the dawn of the next day.
Sent back to the same spot again on a fixed hand.

Couldn't tell I'm supported. Even I knew it.
Dreams I catch are superficial and childish. Lost a way to go rot.
Tighter fetters wear me out. Rob, robbed and disappear.
The remainder of obedience still chokes my neck and chest.

What we found in time.
Hidden, never been understood.
Want other things for next.
Steal, breathe both past and future.

What is epoch? What is today. The ties of life so fragile so vain.
Smashing each others mind. What is ideal. What is value.
Near nothing. The character is formed.
Wait not for tomorrow. People follow.
Slight expectation. Caved in and sunk.

In the line of people receiving values.
A wond on my finger pictures the shadow.
A crack of breeze indicates tomorrow.
In a song, I curse. I set my mind higher.

I smile without seeing the precious words of mind.
Fix my gaze upon the despair ahead. Am I sad...
Dying as I live. Will I be in time...

Replace my memories with things I have forgotten.
Accept every distorted thing I see.
I go forward fearlessly for perfection.
My heart is in the other place.
Deserted my weakest voice.

Familiar lonesome face also found what it means to think.
Wish for the end in my heart again and again.

In sadness, a heavy will I hold humbly. Turn it into words
And show it a little. Reflect the hope and shimmer on
Darkness where the light reaches.
I feel a mind that walks all the way with the darkness.
An old memory driven mad.

(English translation)

You extend your heartbeat hoping to
Satisfactiory circulation
Forget the body you have entrusted
Smile at the corner of memories

Even an accidental streaming voice wont touch tomorrow
Awkwardly pile up the isolation with anxiety one by one
It keeps talking without ceasing before me
Even i can do little
There is nothing i want to hear
What is that i can do for now?

The times i saw the place i ended up
I grasp the vision i found in the end

Shut everything up from the world again
For a tiny ray of light
Set it free from this anxiety
Raise it carefully
There is ntohing here
Suffer for nothing as it is
Walk around cause its entertaining
Couldnt keep the promises to replace you
I always carry it with me until the time comes
I know you wont wait
Because you are farther away from me
Caught up only be earning
Dont even try to let it go

At the end of the world i found out i cant turn back
Staring with farewell. then comes the time the promise expects
Someday...

Eyes that abandon individuality and hope you dislike
Exhausted moment melts into a given sigh.

This feeling goes on endlessley
I obtained after a total transformation
The map comes back into a faded color
I tear it and stray
The past, tomorrow, the future, its all fixed
It goes on, intense, growl, it goes on
Stop, eternally, calm, stop
Reach ahead, stir, reach
Mark today- go mad and mark

(English Translation)

A prvilege is circling in the sky in invisible speed.
Not knowing anything.
We are obliged only to follow.
With which authority can we refuse?
If I dive off there
It'll beyond me and everything goes forward.
I raise my arm, thinking I understood.
I follow this large line of people.
Conversation is the only way, I release and return.
Connected and go on.
The course to a conclution.
A beautiful time has passed.
Only the darkness and vivid red flash over the road.
The light is too small.
Can't see ahead.
We reach our hands to our destination.

Who is to blame for this heart that killed.
Had a will to return, but he reproached me.
Solidly wait for a next chance.
Why he seems so gentle is because he is wrapped
In a curtain and a shower of light.
And he hides the truth with the language
He had barely studied. We don't wish to, but he talks
The opposite. Holding the peace as an excuse.
Words he tells are vague. Acceptants don't bother to
Replace them into their own words.
They just repeat what they're told.
Even truths are known.
Even everything is understood.
Reconciliation covers whole.
It changes the air. It changes the faces.

Stare at only a moment ahead and hold on to tomorrow.
Not only the right things exist.
Crucial to think about it but the acceptants don't even think.
They pretend they are not listening.
They must have heard.
They must have seen.
Have a conviction but to be vanished deeply in grumble.
The time was surely beautiful.
It had been sunk into oblivion.
Standstill is an absolute necessity. I look around.
Despair and the speed overflow in my mind.

(English translation)

Lastly, stare at the sky and praise the will.
Reconciliations lying sprawled one on top of the other.
Action gets ahead of us.
Keep believing without realizing a long gone shadow.
Hide a voicless word I saved yesterday
And lose track of it.

Time goes on treasuring the fact in my mind
That your pain has gone.
Grief repeats one way or the other,
Leave the door open with high thoughts.
Damage the present memories.
It stretches a complex maze.
Stray into it, pause for a moment,
And trace its shape deeply.

A heart embeaces the courage and stops secretly.
It forgets the times. Fall asleep within the sound.
Leaving us behind.

A face of darkness is so peaceful. We got a little envious of it.
I reflect my thoughts and prayed for my pain to stop.
I became naught for a will remains in the ashes.
My heart moves and gets high. My eyes freeze on.
My heart avoids the truth and the eyes.
And now the words echo. They were spelled by scraping my life.
Now the voice I kept screaming crossing my mind.
Cry only once and now I desperately ride on time.
Divided and found, I saw the end.
The answer I tell by ceasing.
Farewell is incomplete.
Believe and doubt.
The the beginning starts.

(English translation)