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For Whom the Ark Comes
02:32
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9's
05:04
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In the forest, your small bag, it’s sunny today, the tower, knees, oh deers’re over there, this is the last moment, isn’t it?
To a clamorous degree, brightly, this sphere, if you were here, how this whiteness goes to your diodes?
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Cruithne
04:07
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Blood ran from me and dyed the snow red. The rats around ridiculed me and ran away. Wheels past beside me and kick up snow. Snow stained with the blood turns to be gray.
Here is surrounded by unconscious malice. "Is the blue starlight still shining?" I gave up without reaching for over and over.
So, Grasp the blunt knife to pave the way for. Stand up to gain the shine of the star. Surrounded by faceless. They lost individuality. Carve out a fortune for myself.
It runs gray blood. And paints me in gray. Repressed emotion runs through blood vessel.
There is hope shines in me. It is blue starlight. Now is the time to escape from this monotone space. So, run to the ship. Run to the junk spaceship. A Reflection. Fly to the space. Fly to my own star through these clouds.
Breath makes star dim. Even though approaching. No one is in this spaceship. Bleeding dyes inside of me and turns to be gray. Can I get to the starlight, holding my will?
Gray blood robbed colors inside the ship and my starlight. So I lost individuality. Even so, my last will is...
I could forget my fear while I was approaching the starlight. That exactly made me gray. All things what I saw faded in colors.
I wanted to be the same shine. I came to be gray. The blue starlight is losing its shimmer.
Change direction to the blazing star. It might be a gray choice others selected. Bones and body will burn out soon. Even the ash will not remain. But my will continues forever. Everything are going to regain their colors. The shine that is not any color. Brand-new shimmer will shine in there.
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ANESTHESIA
05:21
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Forgotten Dream
04:28
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Burned out by pleasant doze. Inorganic worm swallows all gloomy shadows. Peristalsis crumples them and discharges into walls. Running through the exhausted shadows. Suffering are gleaming on trees. Burned out by doze.
Never forget. Feeling the scent of dream. And severed sight. Fall in the strange grassland through doze. A nightmare behind.
Forgotten Dream. Fragment of relic. Stretched-out shadow touches the scorched artifacts. Remaining scent. Digging up them. And then they will crumble easily never teach their meaning.
Forgotten Dream. Focus on feet. Repeat that get longer and shorter many times. The only step. Swinging a sense far away. The shadow keeps on stroking a fragment of relic.
Space have been filled by darkness. Instead of feeling ease, the sun burns inside. Running through the grassland unconsciously. Never forget.
Nevertheless. Like a flashback the scene returned. So ever since then. The shadows beckons beyond the cozy doze. Nobody is alive in a dream. Dream? Never forget. The relic burned out by the sun. And this doze.
Forgotten Dream. Fragment of relic. Stretched-out shadow touches the scorched artifacts. Remaining scent. Digging up them. And then they will crumble easily never teach their meaning.
Forgotten Dream. Face with the sun. The time has come to wake up from this comfortable doze. Make total sense. Leaving shadow behind. This comfortable doze turns to newly built relic.
Never forget the meaning of relic, strange grassland and dream.
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SilA -blooming whitely-
05:09
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Pay dearly for going on watching only his shape in stead of hearing the truth. You’d been denying the voice.
Now, incinerate the flower for lonly her. Please, incinerate the flower in the term of the epilogue of the hell.
I wish that what you hear at your end is the song not voice denouncing you. It, should be saved, will die away. Not any more. And you’ll be really free.
When see the view through your left side of the body, I will perceive snow like ashes is falling sadly.
It will float like to snuggle up to your figure what is forgiven sins and these may meet his forgiven too again in the deepest our past.
I’m just wishing so.
I wish that what you hear at your end is the song not voice denouncing you.
It is which you never heard, It is which the song who were “justices” singing.
Crimes sila committed will not return to dream. I at least pray from my heart for you that God would bless you.
And it will float like to snuggle up to your figure what is forgiven sins and these may meet his forgiven too again in the deepest your past.
I’m just wishing so.
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7. |
End of my will
05:19
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Ah, it's the end of my long will.
I've been wanted to make a mark of my life on the world for my own last day. I sometime be in the deepest place of the painful my memory.
I always think about to die, I don't know, but it's seems to be ideally. I don't know what made me so, but it's seems to be ideally, so I decided on going alone.
For last someday until now keep making songs, but before I know these became to my reasons of being.
Who is to blame to? What is the cause of my songs becoming to just keeping the pain for me of to be alive?
So I decided on going alone. Ah, for the evidence that I'm here for sure.
I've been wanted to make a mark of my life on the world for my own last day. I don't need the factor of my staying in this painful and cruel world so I...
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Lost my Proust Japan
progressive.
trance.
post-hardcore.
metalcore.
doujin music.
since 2013.
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