【JUN】medicine valentine 【SynthV original song】

✙ servitude and espresso: ira godfrey ✙ yippee 10/1 DISCLAIMER: i do not support audiologie due to recent developments, and i will not be using their voicebanks in the future. thank you. ————————————————————————————— DOWNLOADS (mp3,instrumental,vpr): https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1qW1BYAMYCtJV4P2Us8cW8uTsChHW1Nil?usp=sharing CREDITS: song/art/MV: menhera (me) vocals: JUN tuning: @angel_producerr jun render: @plssendbones. emotional support: my cat please let me know if there is something I failed to credit :) LYRICS: morality has a certain hold on me as if integrity and wit were some sort of poetry for sure i’d let myself get lost in vital signs but helios said i’d be alright (starving roses, heaven knows it's poetry until you stake it my heart's not golden, but fake it until you make it) morality has a certain hold on me as if integrity and wit ebbed and flowed analytically for sure i’d let myself get lost in vital signs but i don't have time to not get things right my head hurts but i think it’s just a dream once again my intentions go slightly unseen as i lie on the chilling tile i think i’ll just stay here a while (a while, while…) bide by my notoriety certainly it’s just fatigue my eyes following your scars speak dear, what’s wrong? lying in a bed of thorns screaming, sleeping, that’s the norm what flows through all of our veins? try to hide i see you all the same morality has a certain hold on me as if integrity and wit were some sort of poetry for sure i’d let myself get lost in vital signs but helios said i’d be alright (starving roses still no one knows it's writing portraits by and by by helios, i'd ever worry now please don't you cry) morality has a certain hold on me as if integrity and wit ebbed and flowed rhythmically for sure i’d let myself get lost in vital signs but i don't have time to halt horrid sights my head hurts but i think it’s just a dream my intentions yet again go slightly unseen as i lie on the chilling tile i think i’ll just stay here a while (a while, while…) tell me now what’s got you stressed forgive me for my jest my lord, please, have i estranged? strangely saying, it’s the same flowery lungs hold my breath bittersweet, nevertheless embrace your fears my dear son feel your feelings fathom your fright yet i feel that i'd be better off alone as you tell the audience my nightmares that i never told anyone every tendon is progress to my very core yet he’ll repress and regress cause god i’m such a bore morality has a certain hold on me as if integrity and wit were some sort of rosary for sure i’d let myself get lost in vital signs but god knows if i’ll be alright my head hurts but i think it’s just a dream my intentions yet again go slightly unseen as i lie on the chilling tile i think i’ll just stay here a while (bemusing so…) bide by my notoriety certainly it’s just fatigue my eyes following your scars speak dear, what’s wrong? lying in a bed of thorns screaming, sleeping, that’s the norm what flows through all of our veins? i swear on my heart: you're not to blame