∴ROBO-KY(S) [ROBERT TRAFFIC] 【AI COVER】Ft. (Read Descript.)

3/3 MMD-BASED VIDEO Ft. Noel Vermillion, Jin Kisaragi, & Dizzy
I wish for the ending of Ky.
Distribution ↓
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Music / Niru Kajitsu
Movie / Me
Mix & Mastering / Ryoma Nakamura (WALTZMORE)
Motion / 午前
Camera / 蜜乃はち
Stages / にくきゅー
off vocal → ① “piapro” piapro.jp/Nebi...
◎Lyrics
Oh no, oh no,
It's a collision! Who's at fault?
Click, click, the flash went off -
Well, it's kind of pathetic.
Would hanging yourself be a good apology?
Would your parents forgive you for dying before them?
Or not? Are you cornered?
Can you run away like the coward you are?
Oh no, not again - another collision!
The traffic light is blinking red.
Who's at fault this time? It doesn't matter who,
It's, uh... That guy's fault!
Fuck compromises!
It's do or die, but don't get carried away,
'S not our problem, right?
The wholesaler won't sell stuff like this.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til you die, til I die,
We won't call off the fight due to injury.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til our veneers peel off, til morning comes,
Let's you and me swap spit.
Oh, how sad - tragic things just keep happening, don't they?
It's good that this truly selfish soul was given life, but...
Constantly finding fault and poking holes is just human nature,
It'll be healed by the flame ignited by claws. (Deuce Deuce Deuce!)
Wait a sec, in this town the night is bittersweet,
It just ends up with the tiny lights freezing over.
A weather-beaten distraction, a sacrifice of sophism,
Anyway, it's gotten hard to live in this world, huh? Inferior moaning.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til you die, til I die,
There's no way a chain's being put around my leg.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til we're soaked and turn into fools, til we sober up,
Let's do it in a coffin.
My anxiety spikes, my anxiety spikes,
My anxiety spikes and I'm unsteady.
Once you get there, there's no going back,
We're dead people from the cradle to the grave.
Ah, it's the usual collision -
Who's the victim this time?
"Isn't this pretty cruel?" That's a good one.
There was never any end or any moral to begin with.
Dancing and being made to dance, the traffic jam's getting worse,
But my pointless life has already reached a dead end.
I'll pray faithfully every day
That no one else will appreciate you.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til you die, til I die,
We won't call off the fight due to injury.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til our veneers peel off, til morning comes,
Let's you and me swap spit.
Deuce Deuce Deuce!
Til a cough bursts out of me, til my throat hurts,
Let's strip each other of our sighs.
If we stayed here like this forever,
I'd be able to get by
Without ever becoming human.
Come on, let's give up on life.
In this finished world, until the deuce runs out,
Let's do it, giving our flesh and bone unsparingly.