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The Last; Majimak

Behind the famous idol rapper stands my weak self, it’s a little dangerous.

Depression, compulsion, they come back from time to time.

Hell no, maybe that’s just the real me.

Damn, huh, feeling separated from reality, the conflict with ideal makes my head hurt.

Social phobia started around age 18.

Yeah, that’s right, around that time my mental state became polluted.

Sometimes I get scared because of my self-hatred, and because of the depression that returns to toy with me.

Min Yoongi is already dead (I’m dead).

It’s been a while since I devoted my life to my passions instead of comparing myself to others.

The first time I went to the psychiatrist my parents came with me.

We attended the session together, and they said they didn’t really know me.

I don’t know myself either, so how could anyone else know me?

Friends? Or you? No matter who, nobody really knows me.

One day, the doctor asked me, “Have you ever…”

I answered without hesitation that I have.

My usual replies, uh, “I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck.”

They’re nothing but words I use to hide my weak self.

I want to erase it all, yes, erase the memories of that fuzzy night when I had a concert.

I was afraid of people, so I stayed in the bathroom and confronted myself.

That time I, that time I thought success would solve all my problems.

But you see, but you see, the more times passes, the more I feel like a monster.

I exchanged my youth for success, and that monster demands more.

Before, the greed was my weapon.

Now it devours me and strangles me.

Even when I want to stop, they try to make me swallow the forbidden fruit.

I don’t want it! They want me to leave from the Garden of Eden.

Shit, shit, I understand, so stop.

I’m the root of the problem so I’ll calm down.

If my misfortune makes you happy, then I’ll gladly be unfortunate.

If I’m the target of your hate, then I’ll step up to the guillotine.

The things I once imagined have become reality.

My childhood dreams are before my eyes.

I remember that time when I had only two spectators;

Now Tokyo Dome is before my eyes.

Try and say that my existence is difficult, while I live better than anyone else.

My fans, my homies, my fam… don’t worry because I’m really okay now, damn!

I denied my true self many times, but my address is idol and I’ll never hide it.

The anxiety that plagued my mind many times…

There’s no real solution at the end of wandering.

My pride I thought I had ruined is transformed into self-respect.

My fans, face the adversity, keep your heads up like me, uh!

Seiko, Rolex, Ax Hall, Gymnastics Stadium,

The heads of thousands of people nodding to my hand gestures.

Show me the money, it’s not that I couldn’t do it – I didn’t do it, shit!

Those who tried to sell us out, it’s not that you didn’t do it – you couldn’t do it, shit!

The roots of my creativity have tasted the sweet, bitter and shit of this world.

All those times I slept on the bathroom floor,  it’s memories now, uh, it’s more than just memories.

The shoulder I crushed during my part-time job,

The debut I clutched onto as if it was my life;

Who do you think you’re fooling by pretending you’ve suffered?

Seiko, Rolex, Ax Hall, Gymnastics Stadium,

The heads of thousands of people nodding to my hand gestures.

Sorrow created me, uh, look closely at me, uh.

Those who tried to sell us out, it’s not that you didn’t do it – you couldn’t do it, shit!