Botched Ink & Bandages / 鏡音 レン・リン (VOCALOID Original Song)

WARNING: video contains bright, flashing lights and shaky visuals. slight warning for scopophobia and emetophobia. --- i made this instrumental for my music class back in march and could've aced it if the bass wasn't off in one bit. no, no, i'm not salty, it's whatever. it's cool. (it's fixed now though. if my teacher sees this) --- the whole song can be interpreted in many ways. i wrote the lyrics during separate parts of the year, so it's all a bunch of personal themes frankenstein'd together into one piece. although i took heavy inspiration from a journal entry i wrote in january. but that's all i'll say, i'll leave it up to you to find meaning in it yourself. --- also! i decided to go a little extra with the editing on this one to challenge myself, and boy was i challenged. overall this whole thing is not perfect, but i hope you enjoy! --- available on all streaming platforms!! midi + inst: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/3/folders/1xEF5D5jDNTDpEBGnnCS76u0xcWx-DdC7 bandcamp: https://naphillow.bandcamp.com/track/botched-ink-bandages soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/naphillow/botched-ink-bandages-vocaloid --- all varying fonts, the same old text none of these drafts is making sense no song and dance, no resolution twas a fad every attempt's a futile blow farther they fall, the worse it goes it's time to run the show limelight on you've done it all before just run a little more this path you took was yours so he's fixing, fixing, fixing the shattered glass still it clings onto his back every small reflection's what they lack and now it's getting harder to keep track the way the clock is ticking, ticking, ticking, no time to ask when the tide'll come to pass so shrouding all the stains her fingers cast they march along the stage behind a mask to sing the chorus again again, again, again, again (x4) and in a desperate attempt to find someone who comprehends the spaces 'tween the words he lent, the ink had spilled over their body it was a circumjacent mess of inarticulation quite a pity that it didn't even make it to the pen yet it was no quill, said by everyone, still he bit on the tube like how she bit back her tongue and so it should be no surprise that they turned out this way and why there's no use fixing, fixing, fixing the broken glass if the shards keep coming back each melody's a gag acting as fact from manuscripts the playwright can't retract and still the heart is beating, beating, beating despite the cracks, and the mirror came to ask, "why do you treat the scrapes that line your back, when you know they'll forever kiss the tracks?" the seams are ripping, ripping, ripping in half again but there's no need to pretend the script may have its flaws but even then you're still a writer worthy of the pen And Father Time is ticking, ticking, ticking without an end and he knelt down at their bed, "my darling child, this life, do you regret?" they met him with a smile and shook their head and said they'd do it again again, again, again, again (x8) i'd do it all again i'd do it all again i'd do it all again --- credits for stock footage: Ziad Madkour, Joshua Hoehne, no-longer-here, 200degrees, Tanvir Shuvo, Glamazon, Jacques Barrette, krzysiu4724, Miguel Á. Padriñán, Elīna Arāja, Luis Quintero, Clker-Free-Vector-Images, Robert Harutyunyan, Hakim Santoso, Thirdman, Daka, OpenClipart-Vectors --- #vocaloidmusic #vocaloid #originalsong