N.I.N.A., Jason C. Miller - Awaking The Chaos (v-13/λ-11) | Текст песни

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Now, it's time to stand again on stage to revive, you see?
Her Reincarnation... Her Installation...
Now, it's time to stand again on the dirty ground, you see?
Her Reincarnation... Her Installation...

The flying soul in the quiet sky has invited
To the voices remains staying in the icy doll

Boot up your body right now, girl. You are machine
Boot up your body right now, girl. You are machine

She woke up from the long, long sleep.
What do the eyes without light see? Tell me now.
She came back from the hole in deep.
What do the eyes without heart see?

My scope only projects the sole ruler.
My radar catches countless enemies. Dive...

Do not doubt it, my daughter
Do not rebel, my daughter
You are nothing but programmed
Fight it out, Replica

Can not feel the sharpest pain
Can not demand the smallest gain
Till approaching time
When the chamber will be broken

She woke up from the long, long sleep
Whose voice does not the ear hear? Tell me now.
She came back from the hole in deep.
Throwing away the memory all?

My scope only projects the sole ruler.
My radar catches countless enemies. Dive...

You don't need the banal words
You don't need to get some warm
You don't need reason
Why you do exist, Replica

You can't get trivial pleasure
You can't get foolish treasure
Any longer, can't
go back untie cruel power

Let it go...
She doesn't grieve the transient fate
Love and hate, desire made up
Her imitation life

Let me go...
When I count the lives that I have picked and killed
I do not shake at all
My mind stays at "zero"

You don't need the banal words
You don't need to get some warm
You don't need reason
Why you do exist, Replica

Do not doubt it, my daughter
Do not rebel, my daughter
You are nothing but programmed
Fight it out, Replica

Can not feel the sharpest pain
Can not demand the smallest gain
Till approaching time
When the chamber will be broken.

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