【ふかせ】Heat Abnormal - Demo / razaplays feat. Fukase

THIS IS A DEMO, THE MUCH BETTER VERSION IS PREMIERING ON JANUARY 1 :) Streaming: https://push.fm/fl/zuvgugkj Music - razaplays Vocal - Fukase Original - iyowa - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2NTglk9tvI UST - https://youtu.be/HxUcTnokxW8?si=RWZ_lXiOJCq__Qss Translation - https://youtu.be/7-Ii1Z8kTlo?si=mINtjE8QOV1zUpCw — My body heat has risen once again From searching for change in something that’s dead I can’t get rid of it, even though I tried So I make this soliloquy I pitifully write Like an electric shock pulsing through my veins Suddenly the fear mixes with the pain in my bloodstream Through all the particles in the smoky hall You are being followed by a chain sickle agleam Though even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes Even when it goes it is not gone Sounds that you try to scream don’t make any sense Coming out your throat since it has become so infected Hanging above a chair is a crescent moon Rotted and deranged laughing at the way you’re affected Now it is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting closer and closer to you People that sit and cry tossing all the blame When they are the ones lighting up the flag of salvation With all the skeletons which have since resigned Shut themselves away after kissing all their collections Say “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” “Somethings wrong with me” in a whisper Hope for a paradise of eternal life Without any strife is repeated like it’s a mantra All of the same adults preaching such a dream Tried to board an ark that they had destroyed for nirvana All of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Are looking at them A blinding light was seared into my eyes The bells of departure toll in the sky The history built by a godly hand Shoved an answer in my mouth that broke apart and turned to sand My body's heat has risen once again From searching for change in something that’s dead I plead to the stars shining in the night But I’m met with a reflection of your eyes inside their light Try to pick up the grief but it only flows Down a muddy stream before it all turns into salt and Prayers and your sympathy and even your pain And your apathy and your pity all can be priced and Though when I turn around When I turn around When I turn around When I turn around When I turn around When I turn around When I turn around I can still hear you screaming Swimming inside the sea buried in your mind Is a single fish living inside your self-conscious Saying there’s virtue in letting go of hope Everywhere I look everything is coated in blood red All of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Of the black stars Are looking at me My body heat has risen once again From searching for change in something that’s dead I can’t get rid of it, even though I tried So I make this soliloquy I pitifully write The weeping cells now travel to the sea The shake of the earth refused to be ceased The clouds made of ash follow up ahead As if tracing where a flock of swallows drifted overhead I’m begging for a future to exist With hands full of hope and pride that I stitched I plead to the stars shining in the night But I’m met with a reflection of your eyes inside their light If I could hold your hand, say I love you then I could kill these dreams that had never come to fruition As all your functions slow an abnormal heat Slowly starts to show all across your whole nervous system No, this cannot be real This cannot be real This cannot be real This cannot be real This cannot be real This cannot be real This cannot be real This is just too painful to be real life Sounds that you try to scream don’t make any sense Coming out your throat since it has become so infected Hanging above a chair is a crescent moon Rotted and deranged laughing at the way you’re affected Now it is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting close It is getting closer It is getting closer and closer to you.