UL - The Seventh Me

Zacha, a small boy
Simply didn't know anything
He began to shout out loud and said:
"I like to sing"

'Ah, the world is so
Colourless, don't you think?
Ich will singen
To bring litt farge'

Luke, a calm wizard
Knew what was coming
He continued to sing soft tones
In fear for the consequenses

'Ah, the world just
Doesn't match, don't you think?
I will sing
To tie it a bit together'

Bai, a smart Chinese
Struggled to be awake
He believed in what he could grasp
As motivation for him to wither his voice

'Ah, the world is so
Ridiculously annoying, don't you think?
Wo huì chàng
To tell myself wo nali zài'

"Understanding"
"Learning"
Does everything that's good relate to them?
If they do
Would it be that we have to kill ourselves repeatedly?

Weirtz, a blind riddler
Kept both of his feet to the ground
He wouldn't cry over the end, failure wasn't an option

'Ah, the world is so
Full of colour, don't you think?
Ich will singen
To augment die farbe'

Ayano, a dwarf from Hell
Recognised her end
She refused to believe otherwise being told

'Ah, the world is so
Full of garbage, don't you think?
Boku wa utai mashou
To hodoku kusari'

Aislin, a broken soul
Gave up and cried
She shut her mouth and held her throat:
She would not sing anymore

'Ah, the world is
Very silent, don't you think?
Watashi wa nakunari utau
But my heart will instead'

Should the loss of colour
Be called
'Adulthood'?
How many times must we kill ourselves
And once ceased to excist, where do we go?

And so born was
A seventh person
Innocent, timid, bold, blind, bashful, mute person
Isn't he just pathetic?
Leaving him to die
Just to be born again
Blessings, hopes, discouragements

If "understanding" and "learning"
Continue to take colour
If they do
We'll endlessly be born and cease to excist

Clive, the seventh person
Killed each and all of us