ANTHROPOS [ft. Adachi Rei]

I will project my voice into the stars, and hope that some deity could grab it, make it part of their nights 🌠 ANTHROPOS ft. Adachi Rei [UTAU] Adachi Rei © missile_39 C+V Voicebank ⁨@jackhuwubenak Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7zhmjQQIruvM8elj73lbC2 Tracks: Normal Pt.1 - 00:01 Standardizer - 00:46 Pressure - 03:28 Virtual Mess - 06:33 Normal Pt.2 - 08:22 LYRICS: - - Normal Pt.1 - - - Dear diary Today I visited a few friends, and a lot of them seem to have gotten a bit popular, Teto even has her own commercial voicebank now! Isn't that awesome? They are all doing cool stuff, meanwhile, me, uhm, I'm just me. I... don't really have a voice provider, sometimes, people can't understand what I say, it's really frustrating, seeing all of my friends rise to stardom while I'm stuck here, sometimes I wish I was like EVERYBODY ELSE. Just normal. How does one become normal? - - Standardizer - - - Well It's not like I care I seem all powerless In the presence of fate It's as dumb as it can get So childish in fact It's absurd, yet I love messing up with the truth You can tell that I do What would it be like to grow up Have the struggles of those who decay I can't keep this to myself The fabric that makes up my clothes It feels soft, sometimes rough, but it's always so perfect and bold Those windows refracting the light When it hits on my lenses they shine It's as pretty as it sounds So entropic in fact Every time that it happens I cry I just wish that I could trip and fall It always has been Just me, the lonely me If I had a wish It would be to see Force open my eyes The windows to my Weird frame of mind And I feel so alive So free, yet still stuck To the old thing I call "me" Ah What would it be like to grow up Have the struggles of those who decay I can't keep this to myself The fabric that makes up my clothes It feels soft, sometimes rough, but it's always so perfect and bold Those windows refracting the light When it hits on my lenses they shine It's as pretty as it sounds So entropic in fact Every time that it happens I cry I just wish that I could trip and fall - - Pressure ft. Kasane Teto - - - Pressure A blade tightly forged Made to break more than flesh Cut my neck and it hurts The expectations The sheer amount of hate That my voice can create It just gets on my nerves Standing frightful Forgetting my pride Grab those selfless obsessions And go with the vibe I'm in handcuffs No amount of holding back Will be enough to replace What got broken at last And I can't My faith My dread I'm standing with myself My own work A reflection of my thoughts All in a rush The blue It's gone A melody composed By a version of me that's no longer with us A feint To evade To counter every attempt When I dare try speak up Against the chains that I had made I made I made I made a huge mistake by creating more insults, all towards myself But it's not like people care about the tiny mistakes either, that obsession with being perfect was completely self-inflicted, and I just, I, AHHH! What even is the point if y'all are just going to turn around I contain my fear of light through a wave of violence Maybe that's my intention maybe I want to be looked at An excuse to cause more harm Acting just like how I want Wait, oh my god I messed up my stupid lyric sheets again, I think it was this one, yeah Alright here we go Pressure A blade tightly forged Made to break more than flesh Meant for people like us Take advantage Be an outcast to yourself Do not let your own thoughts Use what's left for your own Now go split Destroy Rebuild Each axon in your brain Get a new point of view Flush every drop of hate that's left Then spark In you A flame that's weak enough to stay cold Yet, so bright, you'll get seen from above - - Virtual Mess- - - Headfirst We all fall like meteors Sound shattering windows Provoking reactions, it's shocking, yet so little They all want to land on the earth as they pass But then fail to remember that the orbit goes around Something I would say Diving into my messy head So appalling and tiring It always stays the same But hey No one really cares Until it's late, the damage has been made And that's when it really starts That's when it turns to virtual mess Headfirst We all fall like meteors Sound shattering windows Provoking reactions, it's shocking, yet so little They all want to land on the earth as they pass But fail to remember the orbit goes around It's the art of creating a piece yet to be heard Leave a meaningful impact, a crater some could say This day, I will launch myself I will project my voice into the stars And hope that some deity Could grab it, make it part of their nights Make my sound a core part of their nights Make my sound a core part of their nights Make my sound a core part of their nights Make my sound part of this virtual mess - - Normal Pt.2 - - - You know, maybe, uhm Being myself isn't so bad after all! #足立レイ