by fatmanP featuring Megurine Luka
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,
and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,
and I've devoted everything.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been
teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted
everything.
Naze watashi wa koko ni iru no?
Kono kuraku yodonda sekai de
Rifujin na kizu no itami ga
watashi o tsune ni sainami tsuzukeru
Ushinau koto o kizami tsuzuke te
mahi shite iku kono kanjoo ni
Sasageta mono o kazoe tsuzuke te
kuri kaesu sono toi o
Why am I here? In
this dark, stagnant world
The pain from these ridiculous scars never stops tormenting me for a single moment
My feelings carve into me a sense of loss and are slowly going numb
I keep counting just how much I have to offer and repeat that question, again and again
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,
and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,
and I've devoted everything.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been
teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted
everything.
Naze watashi ga tatakatteru no?
Kono moroku kishinda sekai de
Fuyukai na kizu no uzuki ga
watashi o tsune ni sainami tsuzukeru
Sute saru koto o mitome tsuzuke
te kaishishite iku kono omoi ni
Kowashita mono o kazoe tsuzuke
te kuri kaesu sono toi o
Why am I fighting?
In this fragile, rickety world
The itch from these unpleasant scars never stops tormenting me for a single moment
My emotions allow me the right to abandon and are slowly dying inside
I keep counting just how much I have destroyed and repeat that question, again and again
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm has been blown off,
and my wings have been teared off.
I keep on fighting against God
in such a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars,
and I've devoted everything.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been
teared off.
I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty, cruel
place.
My right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted
everything.
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