Eight feat. Hatsune Miku - Psycho | Текст песни

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• Eight feat. Hatsune Miku
• Psycho

That guy is pointing at me.
So can I thrust the point of my knife through him?

I don't get it at all!

(Split personality)

How much of this torn-off "me"
Is actually me,
I wonder?
Is this cut-off skin
breathing?
I inhale this scattered fog of thought
And the cut-up wreckage still continues to breathe

They've decided so since ancient times
Psychos can just go die

I don't get it at all!

My spat-out words, all of them,
seem cheap-looking
I just want to know of an even more real sensation
In ruined apartment 102, I am knocked over
And my scraped mouth tastes of iron

In the New World,
let's meet again
My head's been bugged
The future I'd grasped,
that future,
seemed maddening,
yet beautiful

Surely, before we even realize it,
we'll be accepted
Will the thousands of light be blown out?
If even those ethics of succession and joining together is lost,
will you be able to,
this simply,
share a kiss with a savage tribe?

It's lonely,
It's painful
Terribly warped
Please look at this me!

I face towards the furthest ends
And begin to walk