PARTHA

歌詞

- “My life is hell!” Partha thought He walked out of the corner shop With a packet of cigarettes The truth was that smoking Tastes bad I just didn’t want to end up Living my life like a machine Can I really stay the way l am? I decide to Smoke another cigarette It wasn’t delicious after all I just didn’t want to end up Living my life like a machine. - - His father was strict His father said There’s no such thing as being Precisely and accurately wrong If you’re wrong It’s just a piece of junk. - “Is there really any appeal In the mechanical life?” - Partha always did as His father said He tried to play a perfect life Because I don’t Want to be junk. - “Is there really any appeal In the mechanical life?” There’s no such thing as Perfect Life. Just like There’s no such thing as Perfect despair There’s no such thing as Perfect Life. Just like There’s no such thing as Perfect despair A little while, finally he said “I want to live a Robotically accurate life.” I’m already singing About something Different than what he sang A minute before this song That’s what life is like Isn’t this? Understandable Only to oneself everyday Can’t see the wood For the trees What are you thinking About a minute ahead There’s no such thing as Perfect Life. Just like There’s no such thing as Perfect despair There’s no such thing as Perfect Life. Just like There’s no such thing as Perfect despair