Poem of the everlasting useless
When can I get myself to shine?
My future; where is it?
Why can't I see the ending
Of this everlasting useless
I patrol the city day to night
Hoping for a villain to come
But all of these days I have spent
All of these years I'm waiting for
None of them came by
Well, when can I take the lead?
How can I be someone
Who'll get any compliments?
Come on, just come here, hey little thieves
Go ahead and steal the treasures of villagers
Come on, please come here, sweet serial killers
I'm waiting for you to drop aromatic-therapy blood
Heal me, heal me dear villains
Cure me with your evil plans
Save me, save me, save me
How I wish to be recognized
Give me gold memories, good gold thieves
Give me life, kind life takers
Give me pleasure, decent pain givers
Give me my medicine, fair poison brewers
Go on, cause chaos
Make the villagers suffer
Make them scream cries of pain
They'll need me when that time comes…
Right?