lyrics/Hazuki
music/Shinobu

failure is imminent,
crowds of defeaned crowds.
singing a song asking for the impossible
you’re never going to change, are you?

“i can’t make a sound. i don’t want to sing anymore.”
you seem ready to go mad – but for what?

no wings to spread, your dreams seep horribly.
“my ears are bleeding.” they call you a burden.
the path of fate will vanish, what should i do?
give your body to your swaying consciousness..

spit it out.