{{Lyrics
|group=[[BUTAOTOME]]
|titlejp=禍々
|titlerom=Magamaga
|titleen=Ominous
|length=02:53
|arranger={{コンプ}}
|lyricist={{コンプ}}
|vocalist={{ランコ}}
|source=
*original title: {{lang|ja|アンノウンＸ　～}} Unfound Adventure
*source: {{HSTS}}
|album1={{LyricAlbum|少女煉獄|Buta-Otome_-_Shoujorengoku.jpg}}

|kan1=
禍々しい空　月も割れそうな
曖昧なラインに良い悪いも方便も
みんな隣をカンニング
不安で満ちあふれてる
|rom1=
magamagashii sora tsuki mo waresou na
aimai na ''rain'' ni ii warui mo houben mo
minna tonari wo ''kanningu''
fuan de michiafureteru
|eng1=
The sky is ominous. It looks like the moon’s broken up, too.
Good, bad, and upaya lie upon an ambiguous line.
Everyone cheats their neighbours, and
The world overflows with insecurity…

|kan2=
繋いだ意識　途切れ途切れて
|rom2=
tsunaida ishiki togire togirete
|eng2=
My consciousness, which I am bound to, breaks…

|kan3=
注ぎ過ぎた{{alt-ja|情報|みず}}がマスを溢れる
いつしかミズの味もなくなる
|rom3=
sosogisugita mizu ga ''masu'' wo afureru
itsushika ''mizu'' no aji mo nakunaru
|eng3=
The cup is filled with too much information – it overflows like water.
Before you know it, the flavour of the water has disappeared…

|kan4=
流れ流れ{{alt-ja|現在|いま}}　なんとなくで今
歴史の分厚い本は机の中
持ち歩くのかったるい
そんな感じで生きてる
|rom4=
nagare nagare ima nantonaku de ima
rekishi no buatsui hon wa tsukue no naka
mochiaruku no kattarui
sonna kanji de ikiteru
|eng4=
The present flows, flows around. Somehow or another, now…
A thick tome of history is lying inside my desk.
Carrying it is tiresome!
I live in that sort of way.

|kan5=
余白を埋める術を忘れて
|rom5=
yohaku wo umeru sube wo wasurete
|eng5=
I forget how to cover up those blank spaces…

|kan6=
すぐ分からないモノ　嘘と決めつけ
誰かの造るロマンを語る
|rom6=
sugu wakaranai ''mono'' uso to kimetsuke
dareka no tsukuru ''roman'' wo kataru
|eng6=
I decide that things I don’t understand immediately are lies, and
I tell a tale made by someone else…

|kan7=
注ぎ過ぎた{{alt-ja|情報|みず}}がマスを溢れる
いつしかミズの味もなくなる
すぐ分からないモノ　嘘と決めつけ
誰かの造るロマンを語る
|rom7=
sosogisugita mizu ga ''masu'' wo afureru
itsushika ''mizu'' no aji mo nakunaru
sugu wakaranai ''mono'' uso to kimetsuke
dareka no tsukuru ''roman'' wo kataru
|eng7=
The cup is filled with too much information – it overflows like water.
Before you know it, the flavour of the water has disappeared.
I decide that things I don’t understand immediately are lies, and
I tell a tale made by someone else…

|notes=
''[https://releska.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/%E7%A6%8D%E3%80%85-ominous/ Translated by Releska]''
}}