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Could I become the one I've always dreamed of
Seems like I've come to a place I can't return from
Taking two steps forward with my own feet
Yes, I should be able to run even further
So I ran away

Sewing up the deepening wounds
Connecting paths, starting to revolve in time and space
The familiar pain, the anxious breath and beat
Pretending not to notice, once again alone

What is orthodox? No valid title
Who will extinguish the mistaken blaze?
The person you dislike is surely
Just 'that' and that alone is the wrong answer

Even if you cite examples and make suggestions
There are reasons that just can't be understood
The forefront was always right here
There was never a first piece from the start

Slowly crumbling and falling apart
Slowly, slowly, as if tightening a noose
The me from yesterday is being killed

Slowly drifting apart, evil
Gradually, you can hear
Your voice becoming one I don't recognize

Since childhood
Before I knew it, you were by my side
Just like the air
I tightly held hands with you

Both happy moments and tears
I told you everything
To prevent the people who laughed at me and the voices of scorn
From being heard, you sang

You receive this voice
Night after night, the sorrow continues to be managed
Even if you say it's disposable and rotting
The unstoppable high-fi, sitegeist

Even if it's just for a fleeting moment each week
The seriously evil pulsating sound connects colors
Next time, I'll sing to you

Slowly crumbling and falling apart
Slowly, slowly, as if tightening a noose
The me from yesterday is being killed

Slowly drifting apart, evil
Gradually, you can hear
Your voice becoming one I don't recognize

Will it ever reach you someday?
No, that day will surely never come
To you, with no voice or body
I am just one of the countless saved

Mixing red and blue to create a new color
The world overflowed with sound
Listening to this sound we met through the cycle
Everything

Slowly crumbling and falling apart
Slowly, slowly, as if tightening a noose
The me from yesterday is being killed

Slowly drifting apart, evil
Gradually, you can hear
Your voice becoming one I don't recognize