- Source Song
- YouTube / Nico Nico Douga
- Alternate Title
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"Thermal Anomaly" is a more literal and accurate translation of the title.
"Heat Abnormal" is the official title on the YouTube video. - Links
- LyricsTranslate mirror / Notion mirror
- Note
- The quotation marks enclosing the entire song are part of the lyrics.
熱異常 (netsu ijō) / Heat Abnormal (Thermal Anomaly)
作曲:いよわ 歌:足立レイ / by Iyowa feat. Adachi Rei
Heat Abnormal (Thermal Anomaly)
“Repeating with dead variables
A heat concieved by counting things
With nowhere to send it
I’m writing a pathetic soliloquy
Horror you’d almost mistake as an electric shock
Mixes into my veins
Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles
A black chain-sickle is following me
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it— even if I delete it—
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it— even if I delete it—
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it, it doesn’t go away
My voice had been lost long ago
By then the shouted sounds had failed to line up
Sitting in an easy chair,
The rotten-down crescent moon is smiling
Already,
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner—
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner,
Something is approaching me
The people who set fire on the banner of salvation
After wailing loudly
And a skeleton meekly shutting itself in a coffin
As it kisses the collection[1]
Again,
‘Something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong—
Something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong—’
They whispered
If there were a utopia
Where everyone could be saved for eternity—
The boat the adults went on board saying this
Has exploded
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star—
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star
Is looking at them
The wailing flash stabs me in the eyes
A parting bell rings
The answer linked by the history
That God has created tastes like sand
Repeating with dead variables
A heat concieved by counting things
I am inquiring the star
That has the color of someone’s sparkling eyes
The sadness that becomes too much to pick up
Eventually runs down and turns to salt
Prayers,
Suffering,
Compassion,
And even pity
Will soon be priced
Right now, even if I turn away—
Even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away—
Even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away,
I hear the screams loud and clear
The fish who reasons that
Letting go of happiness is true aesthetic
Swims in a sea of self-consciousness
The smell of runoff blood lingers
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star—
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star
Is looking at me
Repeating with dead variables
A heat concieved by counting things
With nowhere to send it
I’m writing a pathetic soliloquy
The crying cells return to the sea
Gray clouds are approaching
As if to trace a swallow’s trajectory
That grumbling nonsense clings onto
Praying for tomorrow with a braided glory,
My hands are dirty with hope
I am inquiring the star
That has the color of your sparkling eyes
If we could hold hands
And love each other
We kill the dreams that didn’t come true in the end
The ruined remains of thought
In the center of it all, a thermal anomaly is occuring
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
I can’t bear it
My voice had been lost long ago
By then the shouted sounds had failed to line up
Sitting in an easy chair,
The rotten-down crescent moon is smiling
Already,
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner—
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner,
Something is approaching me”
A heat concieved by counting things
With nowhere to send it
I’m writing a pathetic soliloquy
Horror you’d almost mistake as an electric shock
Mixes into my veins
Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles
A black chain-sickle is following me
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it— even if I delete it—
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it— even if I delete it—
Even if I delete it— even if I delete it, it doesn’t go away
My voice had been lost long ago
By then the shouted sounds had failed to line up
Sitting in an easy chair,
The rotten-down crescent moon is smiling
Already,
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner—
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner,
Something is approaching me
The people who set fire on the banner of salvation
After wailing loudly
And a skeleton meekly shutting itself in a coffin
As it kisses the collection[1]
Again,
‘Something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong—
Something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong— something’s wrong—’
They whispered
If there were a utopia
Where everyone could be saved for eternity—
The boat the adults went on board saying this
Has exploded
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star—
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star
Is looking at them
The wailing flash stabs me in the eyes
A parting bell rings
The answer linked by the history
That God has created tastes like sand
Repeating with dead variables
A heat concieved by counting things
I am inquiring the star
That has the color of someone’s sparkling eyes
The sadness that becomes too much to pick up
Eventually runs down and turns to salt
Prayers,
Suffering,
Compassion,
And even pity
Will soon be priced
Right now, even if I turn away—
Even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away—
Even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away— even if I turn away,
I hear the screams loud and clear
The fish who reasons that
Letting go of happiness is true aesthetic
Swims in a sea of self-consciousness
The smell of runoff blood lingers
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star—
The black star— the black star— the black star— the black star
Is looking at me
Repeating with dead variables
A heat concieved by counting things
With nowhere to send it
I’m writing a pathetic soliloquy
The crying cells return to the sea
Gray clouds are approaching
As if to trace a swallow’s trajectory
That grumbling nonsense clings onto
Praying for tomorrow with a braided glory,
My hands are dirty with hope
I am inquiring the star
That has the color of your sparkling eyes
If we could hold hands
And love each other
We kill the dreams that didn’t come true in the end
The ruined remains of thought
In the center of it all, a thermal anomaly is occuring
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
This can’t be real—
Such a thing—
I can’t bear it
My voice had been lost long ago
By then the shouted sounds had failed to line up
Sitting in an easy chair,
The rotten-down crescent moon is smiling
Already,
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner—
Just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner— just around the corner,
Something is approaching me”
[1] Could be collection(s) or correction(s). Unclear.
2023/11/21 Transferred to Neocities
2022/12/04 Published to LT
2022/11/30 Started