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Difficulty: Hard Setting the characters as same-age peers is recommended. ↓ Lyrics: Inside a Servile Mind Composition/Aoya feat. Kasane Teto Living, I'm living even though I'm trash A nasty person, being kept alive against my will Surely there are more important things, yet I'm listening to a song like this Repeating these futile four minutes, finally regretting it when the sun rises Ah, I just vaguely want to disappear Today too, I'm asked to repeat my "Good morning" The voice I restated is even smaller I wonder if they think I'm weird Just as I'm worrying about it That person is also being considerate of me I have to understand that properly "Who do you think you are, acting like a goody-two-shoes?" The moment I think that, I'm not a good person And so on (omitted below) Individuality and the cult of being "only one," let's live by doing what we love Up-and-coming creators, desperate bartering Ready-made identities, what, it ends in four years? Laughter and impropriety, that's the fork in the road between adults and children... Living, I'm living even though I'm trash A nasty person, being kept alive against my will You're kind, so you don't throw me away The emotions I went through the trouble of being born with I wonder why they turned out like this If I could laugh at a version of myself like this someday Ah, why did it turn out like this? "You're cute," "You're cool" "You're amazing," "You're good at this" Is it an obligation? Is it bias? Thinking that is surely going too far, isn't it? Rather than "That's not true," An "I'm grateful" is definitely cuter I say that, but I don't mean it And yet, I still feel the guilt Minority opinions, dignity that's better off ignored A cog in the machine, yet don't stop thinking The monster living inside me, the appearing depression The love I pushed away, honestly, I just want to rest a little Living, I'm living even though I'm trash A nasty person, being kept alive against my will Surely there are more important things to do Why are you listening to a song like this? Why are you wasting people's time? Trash goes in the trash can, put a lid on the stinky things If I'm trash anyway, I'd rather become society's trash can Throw all the filth into me Crimes, corruption, wars, affairs, inferiority complexes, all the filth Maybe I'll jump into the incinerator, and the Earth will become even cleaner And they'll say, "Even for trash, he was good trash" It's fine if you don't even like me I just don't want to be hated