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 ==Kanji==
 月曜日は魂を刈り
 火曜日は管理課の会議
 水曜日は派遣する死神呼ぶ
 木曜日は純白のシャツ
 金曜日はネクタイを選び
 土曜日はシネマティックレコード観る
 
 完璧な規律を守る日々　静かに
 瞬く間　髮ほどの狂いも許さない
 
 愚かしい死神律し
 全ての死の記録護る
 塵一つ無い　音のしない図書館が凍る
 厳格な仕事成し遂げ
 孤独を紐解く時間に
 強く黒く苦く纏い付く記憶が　低く遠く
 
 月曜日は憂鬱な雨
 火曜日は違反者を叱り
 水曜日はグレルサトクリフを蹴る
 木曜日は残業をして
 金曜日は魂の回収
 土曜日は目障りな悪魔を狩る
 
 迷惑で　不完全な申\請　却下し
 山積の問題で不快極まりない
 
 限りなく無駄な作業と
 下らない他人のミスが
 調和の取れた　硝子張りの美学を破壊し
 許されぬ逸脱　規則
 怠惰が招いた非調和
 崩れ破れ壊れ污された予\定表\　今日も残業
 
 困難な仕事片付け
 鋼の秩序を戻す
 冷徹過ぎる理性を　霧の影に抱き締め
 煉獄の壁があろうと
 必ず崩して見せる
 腕が声が爪が失われようとも
 
 静けさの中で奏でる
 精緻な時計の針が
 この心の全てを司りし神なら
 躊躇わず　命殺ぎ取る
 全ての調和と希望
 叶え紡げ歌え　言葉すら凍てつく暗き世界
 切なく
 
 ==English Trans==
 On Monday  reap souls.
 On Tuesday I hold a meeting  the management team.
 On Wednesday I summon  dispatched death gods.
 On Thursday  wear a pure-white shirt.
 On  I select a good necktie.
 On Saturday I watch cinematic 
 
 These  rules must be quietly obeyed daily.
 I won't allow even a brief hair-sized 
 
 I discipline the foolish  gods and keep all the death records,
 as the dust-free soundless library  solid.
 After I've strictly finished my work,  have only loneliness to unravel,
 my firmly darkly bitterly clinging memories  low and distant.
 
 On Monday there  a depressing rain.
 On Tuesday  scold the rule-violators.
 On Wednesday I kick Grell 
 On  I work overtime.
  Friday I retrieve souls.
 On Saturday I hunt those demon 
 
 I decline  the annoyingly incomplete applications,
 but the piles of problems waiting for  are extremely unpleasant.
 
 The endlessly pointless work and the stupid mistakes made  others
 will disrupt the balance of the aesthetics of the  walls and ceiling.
 These unforgivable deviations, this  caused by laziness,
 and my schedule crumbled, ripped, torn,  soiled... I'll have to work overtime again today.
 
 I  the difficult tasks and restore the order of hard steel.
 I embrace closely my cool-headed rationality in mist's 
 I'll take down purgatory's wall if there should  be one,
 even if I might end up losing my arms, my voice,  my nails.
 
 That delicate clock's hands are  music in the stillness;
 if only that clock is the god governing the entirety of my 
 I'll kill lives without  Grant, weave, and praise
 the balance  hope of all, in this dark world where even words glaciate,
 grievously.
 
 (Cre: animeyay@animelyrics.com)