It seems that there are those who put me on a honor.
They are always on the lookout.

I move one finger, step forward, toss and turn.
With that alone, they are gazing at the situation with hold them breath.

I'm alive, it seems to be interesting and unavoidable for them.

If someone decorate me with detergent, sweets, plastic bags, billboards, and car rearview mirrors, it seems that some people will honor it.

It seems that sells like hot cakes. but, I didn't have any appointments, and without permission, I wouldn't even get royalties.

Still, every day, the public seems to be blind belief without question about the content of advertisements, TVs, and radios with my appearance as a part of their lives, making it an open fact.

There's even a song about me in poetry.
Are you stupid? But, They seem to rejoice to say that it is "really meaningful".

Wait a minute, I, I go toilet.
(The spectators broke out into a threatening murmur that began to grow and gather volume.)

Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Did you think I wouldn't SHIT?
(The spectators broke out into a threatening murmur that began to grow and gather volume.)

Is it so funny for you? is that I said "SHIT" ?
Are you stupid? SUCK IT UP!

I Play no Games Stop Talking Shiiiittt!

(flush sound) hoooooo, feel better.
(The spectators broke out into a threatening murmur that began to grow and gather volume. and, mockery.)

You guys have also quite different attitude than when I'm still in the picture, right?
Read aloud the advertising phrase for the product you have in your hand.
HEY YOU, yeah, YOU. WHAT are you eating now?

Okaayy, I can't stop it, right?

If I have try to resist it, in turn, you guys begin to blame me says "You're a sinner."
Then, with the tone of "of course, right?", they preach to me that "to be revered in the picture, be thankful to us, and set an example" is a substitute for atonement.

Phew! Isn't it quite opportunistic, you know?

I once asked them, "You should kill me like any other sinner, NOW." but, they said "It's better to utilize it for us rather than killing you 'cause you have unusual words, gestures, and seeds."

You locked me in the picture so I wouldn't go out... Well, to be precise,
You guys done me so that I couldn't get out of the picture freely unless I moved according to the picture of the icon you drew.

You pray in front of the picture when you like, honor it, copy it, decorate it in your house, ruminate my words, and utilize my icon as an indulgence for your violence.

If you're in trouble, If you're blamed 'bout it, you'll blame me for it all.
Humph, I'm disgusted at what you're saying, right?

If I'm spilling even one of the complaints from inside of the picture, you'll flip-flop your palms back and throw ridicule and stones to me.

The next day, You'll be pray to kneel again in front of the picture of my icon.

Say, you, Are you stupid?

Well... then, I'll indulge jerking off.
(mockery, ridiculous whistling)
(The spectators broke out into a threatening murmur that began to grow and gather volume.)