Paradox / feat. Fukase

“My hands are stained in ink.” My first original vocaloid song. [CREDITS] →Music : Stickii B →Illust : Stickii B →Vocal : Fukase ENG Music made in GarageBand MV made in CapCut ~Lyrics~ Verse 1 Save me from this loop of sleeping and waking It stirs my mind so endlessly I’m trembling and shaking We strive to do things but we fail to reach them As our goals and hopes just get farther and farther “You’re sad, but there’s so many who don’t have your luck” I’m so stuck Why can’t I see what I should be? Chorus I cant stop running, and running, Away from my plans Why’s the reality of future placed in my fragile hands? My mind can’t seem to speak, A word of what this world wants me to be Why is it so hard? Not breathing, not breathing, I’m drowning in time Why can’t i see the simple things that put me out of the line? Holding Pandora’s box, This life is nothing but a paradox Verse 2 Save me from whatever’s running behind me It’s chasing me it’s chasing me Am I going crazy? My hands are stained in ink No time to stop and think My name is called But I cannot answer “Don’t stop working til’ you have what you want” Is that it? All of these lyrics just sound like shit Chorus I cant stop running, and running, Away from my plans Why’s the reality of future placed in my fragile hands? My mind can’t seem to speak A word of what this world wants me to be Why am I so weak? Not fighting, not fighting Running out of time, Am I just staring at a clocking and waiting for it to chime? Like it’s all filled with locks, This life is nothing but a paradox Middle 8 “Don’t say that you should die” “Live a fulfilling life” You would say all of this But we know it’s a myth “If your friends jumped a bridge, would you join them or ditch?” These kinds of questions make me wonder if we’re built to live So if I were to die? I don’t think I would mind But if a loved one did, God, I’d wish I did. Now I’m too strong to cry But I’m too weak to stand How come there’s so many things I have yet to understand? Chorus I can’t stop asking, and asking my mind still demands The questions floating in my brain down to the palm of my hands What use am I, I ask? It feels as if I’m at this world’s own grasp Why is it that- I cant stop running, and running, Away from my plans Why’s the reality of future placed in my fragile hands? My mind can’t seem to speak A word of what this world wants me to be Why is it so hard? Not breathing, not breathing, I’m drowning in time Why can’t i see the simple things that put me out of the line? Holding Pandora’s box, This life is nothing but a paradox!