Cul de Sac - Komeda

If you take the road you’re likely to take

You will surely arrive where you began, and be the same

The soul is lovesick, though the world (is sorry)

Only knowing the moral law, the authority

Saying you must obey like Mr. K *

It’s been like this for ages, of course

Like this for ages to come

(Plato) mumbo-jumbo mockery

And maybe I won’t (live here) anymore

Empty is my house to the core

Maybe I won’t live like this anymore

You lived your life in this house not knowing every floor

Looking for someone’s help, but no one came

(Would) it be like this for ages to come

Like this for ages to come