Even if I take a stand and make some noise, with my cheap pride clothed in vanity,
Within the sad little mirror, covered in shame, that I keep hidden in my wardrobe…
… only the convenient scars are displayed, showing me the way to countless victories with effortless strength.
No matter much I polish it, it wears me down, my thoughts trained to unsteady ideas.
Love-same-CRIER! Comfort-save-LIAR!
Oath-holy-Rising HELL,
Beloved Game-World Day.
Don’t-life-War! Lie-soldier-War-World!
Eyes-Hate-War!
A-Z Loser-Disease-What is that?
Even if I look down upon the shield I’m given, it leaves me looking at nothing but the ground;
In the time I failed to notice, the inside of that mirror was losing to the past, breaking.
How long do I have to scream to convey my position; my breath gives out before I can finish,
Left to fight reflexively against a brazen horde of sins.
Love-same-CRIER! Caress-save-LIAR!
Aid-holy-Rising HELL,
I’ll-ness, Reset-End Negative, Burst!
Don’t-life-War! Lie-soldier-War-World!
Eyes-Hate-War!
A-Z Imagination High-of-Do YOU see it?
A faked attitude and cowardly Loud Voice;
The sound of a heart misinterpreting nobility.
Even if shown the illusion I’d planned for,
I’ll never be fulfilled – no matter how many times I open my eyes.
How long do I have to scream to convey my position; my breath gives out before I can finish,
Left to reflexively fight against a brazen horde of sins.
Love-same-CRIER! Caress-save-LIAR!
Oath-holy-Rising HELL,
Beloved Game-World Day.
Don’t-life-War! Lie-soldier-War-World!
Eyes-Hate-War!
A-Z Loser-Disease-What is that?
Life, what is it?
A signal, do you see it?
Conjecture; what you don’t know,
Is of your own volition.
Life, what is it?
A signal, do you see it?
Conjecture; what you don’t know,
Must be seen with your own eyes.
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