よみ:そろうれすりもーす
Sorrowless Remorse 歌詞
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ponkansoup feat. KYO
- 2021.5.2 リリース
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- ponkansoup
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a wicked scheme of itself
you chose the path to follow voices
in a buried past the papers told
well would you look at yourself
for wounds, they may heal but your soul won't return
"I speak for both sides" making up another lie
admitting grave mistakes that carry on a third life
while you persist to cure what is untreatable
the surface tension breaks; I shake hands with the devil
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
might as well just go to hell tomorrow
it won't be enough, no, it will never
we can never hide ourselves forever
take the hit, the target's in your sights
no undos, that is the consequence of life
desired life pulled at the seams
meaningless, as all this has been
a wicked scheme in itself
I chose the path to follow instincts
that's been buried in my mind for nights
somehow the fault is then mine
for following the creed
and yet my motives fall on deaf lines
the damage done is all according to my plan
a mind sublime to lose, yet we dismiss the real truth
and here i stood, the bounty resting in my hand
"just understand they'll never listen to you"
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
might as well just go to hell tomorrow
it won't be enough, no, it will never
we can never hide our ghosts forever
take the hit, the target's in your sights
no undos, that is the consequence of life
a borrowed life, that's what you mean
this may be the last that i'll be seen
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
mirrors crack, i'm nothing but an ammo
suffering is all that we will feel,
full of scars, with eyes as sharp as cold steel.
"doctor, dear, we're quite misunderstood"
leave it be for there is nothing we can do
so even if my blood's on you
death is something i'll still go through
you chose the path to follow voices
in a buried past the papers told
well would you look at yourself
for wounds, they may heal but your soul won't return
"I speak for both sides" making up another lie
admitting grave mistakes that carry on a third life
while you persist to cure what is untreatable
the surface tension breaks; I shake hands with the devil
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
might as well just go to hell tomorrow
it won't be enough, no, it will never
we can never hide ourselves forever
take the hit, the target's in your sights
no undos, that is the consequence of life
desired life pulled at the seams
meaningless, as all this has been
a wicked scheme in itself
I chose the path to follow instincts
that's been buried in my mind for nights
somehow the fault is then mine
for following the creed
and yet my motives fall on deaf lines
the damage done is all according to my plan
a mind sublime to lose, yet we dismiss the real truth
and here i stood, the bounty resting in my hand
"just understand they'll never listen to you"
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
might as well just go to hell tomorrow
it won't be enough, no, it will never
we can never hide our ghosts forever
take the hit, the target's in your sights
no undos, that is the consequence of life
a borrowed life, that's what you mean
this may be the last that i'll be seen
face the facts, remorse without a sorrow
mirrors crack, i'm nothing but an ammo
suffering is all that we will feel,
full of scars, with eyes as sharp as cold steel.
"doctor, dear, we're quite misunderstood"
leave it be for there is nothing we can do
so even if my blood's on you
death is something i'll still go through