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Kagerou Project- Shounen Brave Orig. Eng. lyrics
“Don’t bully me,” I cry, and that’s all I do.
Guess in the end I would be shaking too.
So weak and fearing of being all lonely
‘Courage’ hated the boy that was within me.
Finding sympathy from a puppy,
Who was all wet with rain just like me.
Out of selfishness I held him tight,
Asking, “You won’t bully me, isn’t that right?”
“Let’s become 'friends', something more than a word,
How I wish your voice can be heard.”
But for that me,
Hearing the voices so loudly,
Knocking my brain and hating me.
“He’s just so filthy,” “Let’s trick that guy”
“I hate you,” “Why don’t you go die?”
“The voices of the mind”, aimed at me,
Knocked me down, rejecting me.
Those heartless words, stabbed me inside,
And I was going to cry.
“It’s what I get for wishing,”
A small web that’s so lonely.
Gave such a terri
daze [Mekakucity Actors] short ver- English Lyrics
Hazing this old concrete
Wavering just like inside of my dreams
Retracing on this old template,
A routine unknowingly set
High tempo is now flashing,
This stupid, pointless future before me
“The final story is nigh”,
Unable to say it, you now cry
Come now, close your eyes
Losing your way, which way home is right?
My secrets for this future I need,
Now all seem way too boring
Sounding all our hands,
Around the zero we stand.
Today I collect my empty self,
And now it shall start,
Once again, are you loosing yourself?
Shouting for that far off day
And then they’re taken all away
When I firmly grasp that hand of yours,
I want to hold forever more
Lost in the lonely haze
You won’t cry alone in pain
Leave “loneliness” behind, it can all be changed
As you use your strength to draw, it can all be rearranged
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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