dichotomy / popy SV [mv]

#synthv #vocaloid 🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶 damn 🔥 https://x.com/optelate https://bsky.app/profile/optelate.bsky.social https://open.spotify.com/track/0Wg7LDN3Kyxag2gMvNEvcA https://optelate.bandcamp.com/track/dichotomy lyrics: thoughts file in my mind the past is all behind, right no sleep these last few nights your touch i find betrays your eyes it's hard to compromise you've read between the lines, right you're set, i know your kind the best part is you think you know mine connecting the dots i find me, at the door it's hard not to bring to mind what happened last time familiar ice cold feeling, in my head my heart continues going forward twirling feelings of pain, then silence replacing with a yearning heartache arctic swells bring up past experience this gut feeling is fake warm ice touch summons this dread i can feel it see it coming twisting dichotomy spreads overtakes my body freezing hot, the surface bends but my body folds i want your hands all over, miss me when i'm sober the people, they come and go all to the heat in my heart this frozen stress response programmed a glitch into a fawn this flame inside consumes and repeats then winter quickly swallows me and then the feeling's gone i'm swimming in thoughts not welcome anymore trying to find reasons not to go out this time the heat tries to burn me alive, in my mind the need outweighs the cons completely quenched with action the cold gains traction burning brighter i feel much higher hide this seemingly guarding feeling there's no attraction here chilling spike right through my head shouldn't chance it turning violent cold to touch, you still advance, past mistakes by your hand warm at present, i feel safe but my body folds i find my eyes glazed over, kiss me take control, please the feeling, it never leaves corrupted by my past dream the shadow of it all degrading me, now can you see the flame inside slowly eating me at odds with this cold part of me i think i'm burning up the people, they come and go all to the heat in my heart this frozen stress response programmed a glitch into a fawn this flame inside consumes and repeats then winter quickly swallows me and then the feeling's gone and then the feeling's gone