最初は小さな嘘だった

「気づかなかっただけだから」

本当はずっと見て見ぬ振りをしていた

一度目は罪悪感があった

二度目は少し慣れてきた

三度目には当たり前になって

気がつけば習慣になってた

間違いだったかな…それとも仕方なかった？

正解を決めるのはいつも「空気」だった

匿名の正義が叫んでも

返ってくるのは捻じれた声だけ

いつのまにか白と黒を望んでる

知らず知らずの内に

グレーが罪に染まる

普通という通貨が

一番価値が高いなんて思わなかった

多様性を謡いながら同質化を求められてた

「もういいや」って思った瞬間

心の中で何かが死んでいた

白も黒も関係ないでしょ？

自分の都合の良い事が白なんだから

誰かの黒は別の誰かの白で

なんども混ぜて混ぜて

出来上がったのはただの灰色

匿名の声に溺れて

捻じれたままの世界を歩く

白と黒を望んでいた

あの日の自分も

間違いじゃないと認めながら

ねえ、ダレのために笑ってた？

ダレの顔色を見て生きてた？

イワカンさえも飲み込んで

ヘイキなふりして黙り込んで

グレーの仮面が板について

「ヘイキなカオ」が身についた

セイカイなんていらなかった

セイギなんてもう信じなかった

でも、マチガイだと決めつけられても

ボクはボクのままでいいと思えた

都合のいいシロでもいいから

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It started as such a small lie

"I just didn't notice," that's all I'd say

But truthfully I kept turning away

Always pretending I couldn't see

First time I felt that guilt creeping in

Second time I was getting used to it

Third time it all became normal to me

Before I knew it, it was my routine

Was I wrong... or was there no choice at all?

The right answer was always what the "mood" would call

Anonymous justice screaming out

Only twisted echoes bouncing back around

Somewhere along the way I craved black and white

Without even realizing

Gray gets colored by the crime

Never thought that being "normal"

Would hold the highest worth of all

While preaching about diversity

Conformity was what they'd seek from me

The moment that I thought "forget it all"

Something inside my heart just died and fell

White and black don't matter, do they now?

Whatever serves you best becomes your white somehow

Someone's black is someone else's pure white

Mix it and mix it over and over again

What's left is nothing but plain gray in the end

Drowning in those nameless voices

Walking through this twisted world of choices

I was wanting black and white back then

That version of me from way back when

Wasn't wrong either, I can admit

Hey, who were you putting on that smile for?

Looking at whose face to know what to live for?

Swallowing down even the discomfort inside

Acting like it's fine while staying quiet

Gray mask sticking tight against your skin

"I'm okay" face became your second skin

Never needed any right answer

Never believed in justice after

But even when they say I'm in the wrong

I think it's fine to be myself and carry on

Even if it's just convenient white, that's enough