Ochida Arata
“While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.”
Arata/Soundtrack Arata/Filler
Childhood The plates lay empty
Echo the stomach craving
On table there’s none.
Adulthood Broken lights flicker
Relief is a paper cut
This defines my life
To Hell... I call upon sleep
to stay with me and I beg,
“…infinitely, please!”.
...The Wicked City... When you work down in
the bowels of the brown earth—
dark, deep shit happens.
And Back... The problem with most
human organ trafficking is
it’s just offal
