translation by Hazuki no Yume
"The Madman's March"
The demon laughed, with the ticket gripped in his hand.
Meanwhile, the angel is simply sobbing.
Everyone in the riffraff - as far as the eye could see -
is aiming to be the first one to get out.
Some wise person drew a map, and now the fools are scrubbing it off as they trace over it.
Without realizing that they're all clowns,
they'll eventually vanish, never having awoken from their dreams.
Come on over, follow the sound of the clapping hands, to where we're all waiting for you.
All the bitterness ans sweetness - put it to a merry rhythm.
Come on, try to talk yourself into it. Pretend to be an idiot, or something.
If you're gonna brave this wasteland where there's no one else around,
try to aim for what lies beyond the illusion.
Well, well, are you losing your way on the roadside?
Now, am I a genius, or am I a genuine disaster?
Every once in a while, it's not a bad idea to spend some leisurely time drinking tea
and let yourself be left behind on your own.
The landscape never changes, yet the time is like a roadshow.
I can't find a single scrap of film.
All of these hopes and despairs -
I'll stuff them all into a suitcase and set out on a solitary journey.
The me from back then who idolized the rock stars in the black-and-white films
is no longer anywhere to be found,
but as the contradiction arises in the midst of tobacco smoke,
I'll just shove it into a corner and crush it to death.
Come on over, follow the sound of the clapping hands, to where we're all waiting for you.
All the bitterness and sweetness - put it to a merry rhythm.
Come on, try to talk yourself into it. Pretend to be an idiot, or something.
If you're gonna brave this wasteland where there's no one else around,
close your eyes to the truth, and try to aim for what lies beyond the illusion.