Blues Of Shichiten Battou
The Pinballs
Blues Of Seven Swords
My body is turning into itself
My actions are leading me astray
Emotions are roaring, desires are burning
Ribs, collarbones, and vertebrae
I refuse to become a puppet
Sinking, becoming muddy
Falling, tearing apart
Empty, pain and longing mix in the blues
Existential drop
Regret is becoming me
Regret is consuming me
Innocence is endless, but turns into reasons
Advancing, then retreating and scattering
I refuse to become a puppet
Sinking, becoming muddy
Falling, tearing apart
Soaking in until it shines bright
Igniting this
Sinking, becoming muddy
Falling, tearing apart
Losing, igniting this blues
Existential drop
Eyes wide open
Sinking, becoming muddy
Falling, tearing apart
Empty, pain and longing mix in the blues
Igniting this
Sinking, becoming muddy
Falling, tearing apart
Losing, igniting this blues
Tearing apart until it shines, until it shines
Until it heals, until it heals
Existential drop
