『MUDA!! MUDA!! 』
Dark emotional rock built on sharp, percussive piano lines and thick, distorted guitars. Explosive drums drive sudden dramatic rhythm shifts beneath a raw, urgent female vocal—mixing shouts, whispers, and slicing phrasing. The arrangement maintains relentless, defiant energy throughout.
『MUDA!! MUDA!! 』
Dark emotional rock built on sharp, percussive piano lines and thick, distorted guitars. Explosive drums drive sudden dramatic rhythm shifts beneath a raw, urgent female vocal—mixing shouts, whispers, and slicing phrasing. The arrangement maintains relentless, defiant energy throughout.
Lyrics
『MUDA!! MUDA!!』
Intro
MUDA!! MUDA!!
聞こえてんの？ その浅いプライド
Verse 1
見下す眼で語るなよ 現実はもっと冷たい
机上の理屈をつみ上げても 誰も救えやしない
「WIS」も無駄！「TEC」も無駄！
孤独じゃ何も生まれない
強がりだけでよろい着て 滑稽ね？
Pre-Chorus
一人前ぶって吐いた正論
響くわけないでしょ、誰の心にも
痛いほど分かってるくせに
認める勇気すら持てないの？
Chorus
無駄！無駄！無駄！全部無駄！
カッコつけてても中身ゼロ
借り物の言葉 声を張り上げても
たったひとつの「優しさ」に勝てない
Post-Chorus
ねぇ、聞こえる？
虚勢の音が うるさいだけだよ
Verse 2
自分に嘘をついてまで 保ちたいプライド
誰のために戦ってんの？
“本当は怖い”って言えたら楽なのに
夢を飾って リアルを腐らせてる
Bridge
痛いほど分かってるくせに
やめられない その見栄の鎖
惨めに足掻いて それでも叫ぶの
「まだ終わりたくない」って！
Final Chorus
無駄！無駄！無駄！それでもいい！
空っぽでも もがくのが人間だ
何もなくたって笑えるなら
その“無駄”こそ、愛すべきものだろ
Outro
嗚呼… aa…
ねぇ、無駄に生きるって たのしいの？
「MUDA!!」 – English Version
Intro
MUDA!! MUDA!!
You hear that? Your shallow pride’s so loud.
Verse 1
Don’t talk down with those judging eyes—
Reality’s colder than your lies.
Stack your logic high on paper,
Still, no one’s ever saved by vapors.
“WIS”? Useless! “TEC”? Useless!
Alone, you’ll never make a thing.
Wearing armor made of ego—
What a pitiful king.
Pre-Chorus
Spitting “truth” like you’re complete,
But no one feels that fake belief.
You know the pain, you just can’t say—
You’re scared to throw your mask away.
Chorus
MUDA! MUDA! It’s all MUDA!
Acting cool with nothing inside.
Borrowed words can’t ever beat
The warmth of one true heart’s reply.
Post-Chorus
Hey, can you hear it now?
That noise—it’s just your pride too loud.
Verse 2
Lying to yourself to keep
A fragile crown you’ll never need.
Who are you even fighting for?
Wouldn’t “I’m scared” hurt less than before?
You dress your dreams in gold and glass,
But rot the truth beneath the mask.
Bridge
You know it hurts, yet you can’t stop—
The chains of vanity never drop.
You’re crawling, crying, screaming still:
“I’m not done yet—I have my will!”
Final Chorus
MUDA! MUDA! Maybe it’s fine!
Empty hands can still reach the sky.
If you can laugh with nothing left—
Then that “waste” is life itself.
Outro
MUDA… MUDA…
Tell me, is living “useless” such a crime?