青春劇 / 初音ミク・Flower

■Vocal / Hatsune Miku　v_flower

■Music / 32ki
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■Movie / Yasutatsu
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Lyric

when you realize, it's like a prison.
a strong spell is burning me.
there's no freedom. there's no intention in this place.
『Are you alive?』『No, just not dead』
i just repeat these days.
life of inertia, surely this is not salvation.

Overlapping discontent and distorted justice
it seems that our voice doesn't reach
after all, it's a helpless rain exposure
Spitting words of gibberish
i'm not the protagonist
because i want to rot as it is.
ideals, thoughts, camouflage, and slander
have become vague.

we went crazy, finally went crazy.
i can't go anywhere. i can't say anything.
Falling to the bottom of the bottom without reluctance to the reality that is muddy at dusk
they're cowardly, yes, they're cowardly
it's absurd because these words are going to be dismissed.
ah, don't eat our spring.

education or reprimand.
It sounds good, but it's all the worst
it sinks without even being a hypocrite.

High-pitched heartbeat and group psychology
It seems that we can't even see our faces.
Only the bluff is really good
in a dizzy position
i don't want to know about worthless things.
because i want to be a good-for-nothing.
gazes, odd words, sophistry, and personal grudges.
have already been mixed up.

it's an insolent expectation, a terrible dependence.
all that's left is a bruised heart.
individuality is corrected and always pursues ordinary.
how should i fix the driffting anxiety
i'll make it understandable to you who are stupid
arbitrary malice and certain anger invade your body.

it's all in vain. it's all in vain.
it will never be compatible again.
all the dignity that makes you who you are.
self-preservation and helplessness.
a selfish idea, a broken thalamus, the reverberations of a heartbreaking cry .
the times have already changed.
We are the protagonists, don't disturb!

I'm crazy. I'm totally crazy
i can't go anywhere. i can't say anything.

it's an insolent expectation, a terrible dependence
all that's left is a bruised heart.

we were just weak. that's who we were.
it seems that this memories have no value.
everything is a farce, bonds, love, dreams, friendships.
we don't want to obey, but we can't resist.
we can't do anything with what we have now, so at least we can rebel.
we don't need to know the taste of a dying flower yet.