Cast a spell on me Yes, cast it Cast it already, God Fleeting warmth isn't enough I want to be bathed in love Sweet treats and frozen sweets I'll stuff my cheeks to neutralize it all Learned the common path and the taste of nectar Baba Yaga

Consuming unhappy scenes Longed-for scenes, 13 flavors Put them in your mouth and they're toxic But on painful days, they might be the best medicine Watching the rainmaker from the corner of my eye A ridiculous dance with no value and no victory I don't want to admit it. That I'm inferior That my life is worth only thirty pieces of silver

Night after night, the more I chant Oxygen, like lead, like a disease ~~Takes control of my lungs~~~ I want to be treated as someone special I want to stand even a little bit above others That thought is proof That I've become an ordinary human

Cast a spell on me Yes, cast it, cast it already, God Like being eroded and gradually stained Bathe me in love Sweet treats and frozen sweets Makeup so ill it melts them away Baba Yaga, who softened her cheeks under tender care

Carcass in the chicken coop Shepherd's wallet A bouquet offered to a nonsense market The grime under the nails charred by a mysterious waltz ~~ Tomorrow it will be my turn~~

『Who's the master?』

The flavor I've always wanted

Cast a spell on me Yes, cast it, cast it already, God Fleeting warmth isn't enough Stroke me as many times as it takes Not satisfied with sweet treats and frozen sweets, a collar and Baba Yaga, who strayed from the path in handcuffs

Magic Don't break, don't break, don't melt God! I don't need words of luxury Give me love, okay? Sweet agony and bitter sweet talk vanish once they're validated Baba Yaga, who learned the providence of this world and the taste of iron

Save the heart I sold to the devil, Baba Yaga