【Vocaloid Original】Explain【Gumi, Hime, Mikoto】

Cheeky disclaiiimer: this song is quite a bit on the venty depressy side, please listen with caution if you're sensitive to that sorta stuff rn The cry count for this song is well over 25! We genuinely had to take multiple breaks because the song had us breaking down every few minutes. Argh! This song hit us very hard in the aoughhh area, a few of us worked on it, and it's basically just...a recount. A curation and summing up of conversations and interactions had in the past few (treacherous) months between a few of us. Ongoing, of course...because these things take a lot of time (said through gritted teeth and thumbs up). the video is simple because we accidentally went overboard with the effort for the art, which we did not want to dooooooo...because it drained us very fast arghghghghghg... Anywayyy...enjoy Streaming: https://open.spotify.com/album/2ooiyVeUvqQq4DFs7JIgyL?si=SsY4Il5DSka0x2orWxAWmg Instrumental: https://youtu.be/GkkMH8GhghY Lyrics: The jangle of keys And the hum of a radio The front door’s abandoned And the back-door is overgrown The weeds and the ants Think that this is their home And they gnaw at the bones And I whittle away at the window Looking for more The baby’s in the cradle But the baby’s not able To survive alone Trap me Change me ‘til i’m something else The hole is as deep as the mountain Connected, and growing A mirror we enter An animal beaten into the grey And the lateral, all but taken away But hey The walls are too thick I can’t hear, or have say You say; My thighs grow in sutures I’m nothing but meat and afraid Today I fill in the concrete I fall in and bury the face Hold me Hurt me ‘til i’m someone else The hole is as deep as the mountain is Intention is only a mirror we enter A body, a purpose A lonely existence A baby, a mother A cycle, resistance A circle of demons Who dig out intestines and youth It just continues An embryo forming A mother is mourning A painful disgust And a painful discussion The angels above only leave us With silence Here we go then It’s not what it should be I know that it’s unfair You’re lonely And hurt And you’re scared to escape And the cards you’ve been dealt And the touches you’ve felt Aren’t kind Stay with me, alive But you can’t call for help At the babylon tower An adult is danger And danger is power The child is you Just as much as the child is me I’m losing sleep The gashes And bruises And rotten extensions You hate what you are And you are what you hate When you see all the carnage And can’t bleach the red to a white I guess that’s why Atrophic From carried souls Atomic waste on blackened home I can explain-- But we already know!