KOTOKO/Real Onigokko

Real Onigokko
(Real Tag)

KOTOKO

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Me wo tojireba semaru seijaku no yami Moreru kodou wo koroshite Konsui no machi nazoru ashiato Ippo mata chikazuite Sakebu inochi wo tsunda Aizu ni mimi fusaide Tori ni naretara...to Hai ni naretara...to Musuu no tsubuyaki ni madoi Motsure korogatte yuku Yokubou e Tsuba wo haite ketsubetsu no peal Ubawareta mirai Torimodosu takami no august murder Subete ga asu e to nagare Blow away and wipe out Tsukareta teashi ga toki wo matsu Soba surinukete yuku kongan no zanzou Furueru nou e kizande Renbin no koe aietsu no uzu Hanpo atozusatte Yakeru ikari wo haita Kakete wa keru chihei no Teikou wo "inochi" to Kimi e no ippo to Nandomo iikikase Hyaku no kado wo magatte hashiru Boutoku e Me wo mihiraite danzai no weal Itami nado nai sa Yogosareta hibi ga ieru dake Subete ash cause it's over Toiki ga morete Kanki no zawameki toki wo utsu Oite wa kuchi Zattou mo yagate wa kieyuki Koe mo kareyuki Karuma no shimobe e to Yami wo tadori kaetteku nara Yokubou e Tsuba wo haite ketsubetsu no peal Ubawareta mirai Torimodosu takami no august murder Boutoku e Me wo mihiraite danzai no weal Itami nado nai sa Kegasareta hibi ga ieru dake Subete ash cause it's over Toiki ga morete Kanki no zawameki toki wo utsu

When I close my eyes, the silent darkness presses in on me Stilling my heartbeat Following the footsteps through the sleeping city One step closer I plucked the screaming life I shut my ears to the sign If I could become a bird... If I could turn to ash... Bewildered by the countless murmurs I stumble along Towards desire Spitting out a peal of farewell The stolen future To regain the high august murder Everything drifts towards tomorrow Blow away and wipe out My tired arms and legs wait for the time An afterimage of supplication slips by me Etching itself into my trembling mind The voice of mercy, the vortex of grief I took half a step back And vomited my burning anger I kick the ground as I run Calling that resistance "life" One step closer to you I tell myself over and over As I round the hundredth corner Towards sacrilege I open my eyes to the weal of conviction There is no pain The filthy days just heal me Everything is ash cause it's over A sigh slips out The rustle of joy waits for the time The throng grows old and rots Eventually disappearing The voices grow hoars Slaves to karma Returning to the darkness Towards desire Spitting out a peal of farewell The stolen future To regain the high august murder Towards sacrilege I open my eyes to the weal of conviction There is no pain The filthy days just heal me Everything is ash cause it's over A sigh slips out The rustle of joy waits for the time