Olhos Vazios |- Ayanokoji (Classroom Of The Elite)

Fragments, pieces of a game: Puzzles
Where those who don’t show themselves stand out
Amidst illusory faces
So ridiculous, their presence
On a board, what value does a mere pawn bring you?

Nothing, nothing!
In the midst of emotions, I feel nothing
Nothing, nothing!
Not even hate or mere laughter
Plans and presumptions
With the potential to hurt more than knives
Among shadows and regrets
The soul fades like a crow soaring through the sky
My psychopathy
Is the melody of an absence of an end
Struggling to uphold a cruel ideal

I don’t become evil just for doing what’s necessary
But how far is necessary really necessary?
Like a hitman in his line of work
Discarding people like cards in a deck

How easy is it to guess what they'll do
Just based on what they've done?
Humans are like books
Waiting to be read
And the reader of the story waits for the next chapter

Masks hide ambitions
On a board, which piece will you move?
Puppets don’t see their strings
How will a pawn on a board perceive itself?
What value do your tools have?
Spotlights are the terror of a predator
What’s the cost of having empty eyes?
To be seen by a lonely, cold gaze

Even to hide intelligence
Wisdom is necessary
Maybe it’s the lack of eloquence
The search for ways to reach
Sometimes even the puppeteer finds himself under strings
And the most complex ideas come from empty gazes

And the lack of fear and despair
Make rational situations feel uncomfortable
Who would you trust in a scenario
Of those who prepare and those with a history of mistakes?

An eye for an eye
Lies for lies
In a meritocracy
Where actions turn into figures
Individuals from groups seek to sound in harmony
But mere mistakes cost big bucks

Villains are just illusions
Even others' actions based on mine
In a field of lies, they seek contradictions
The image of my effigy in their indecisions

They don’t know who guides them
But all actions are based on someone

Masks hide ambitions
On a board, which piece will you move?
Puppets don’t see their strings
How will a pawn on a board perceive itself?
What value do your tools have?
Spotlights are the terror of a predator
What’s the cost of having empty eyes?
To be seen by a lonely, cold gaze

What’s the value of a diamond
If you can’t sell it?
How significant is your talent
If no one can see it?

Because something only has significance if you value it
Taking someone’s eyes away is the same as abandoning them
Fulfilling the objectives for which you were created
Isn’t being special, just being destined

How to live to know who wants your good or your bad without even speaking?
How could such a white room shape me
To be so cold
With empty eyes?

But if you’re born with emotions
What diverges ambitions?
They’re driven by theirs
And I move mine
And what weight should be associated with you?
If life is a chessboard?
The kings play, and the pawns wait for their turn

Masks hide ambitions
On a board, which piece will you move?
Puppets don’t see their strings
How will a pawn on a board perceive itself?
What value do your tools have?
Spotlights are the terror of a predator
What’s the cost of having empty eyes?
To be seen by a lonely, cold gaze