サイコ - Eight

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Upload Date: 10/03/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Eight
Illustrator & Movie: 6274
Bassist: wassan
Encoder: kenji

Psycho

Since they point their fingers at me,
It's fine if I stab them with knives.
I don't get
It.

Split personality.

To what extent
Is the me who
Succeeded
And whom I grafted
Together myself?
The skin I cut off
Is breathing.
I inhale the fog
of my thinking that I had
scattered,
And the wreckage that I tore to pieces is continuing to breathe even now.

Since I decided it long ago in ancient times,
It's fine if the PSYCHO guys die.
I don't get
It.

Psychosis.

Every
One of the
Words
I spat out
Are tawdry,
And I wanna know
only the more
REAL sensations.
I'm knocked down
In old apartment 102,
And the inside of my grazed mouth tastes of iron.

In a new world--
In a new world--
In a new world--
"Let us meet in a new world,"
The inside of my head fomented--
I grasped--
That future
I grasped--
That future--
That future
Looked maddening
And beautiful too.

Surely, before we knew it, we are forgiven,
And we blow out a thousand lights, none left.
If those ethics too like I succeeded and grafted them together are no more,
You'll kiss
A savage
Even this
Easily.

I'm lonely,
It's agonizing--
Look at the terribly
Irregular me.
I face the furthest ends, see,
And
Start to walk.

天使マディと最終電車 - Eight

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Upload Date: 03/22/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Eight
Illustrator: 志筑のま - Shidzu Noma
Movie:  アンビリカル244P - Umbilical224P

The Angel Madi and the Last Train

The light that was still burning into my condolent retinas
Was like a knife that quietly gouged at the mouths of my wounds--
In my words that were terribly sleazy at the ambiguous edge of a blade,
At any time had I
Been frightened by that girl.

The eye of the dice is generally just one;
Though I totally can't enjoy six,
I'm happy by and large, see.

Even if
You my favorite are gone, I can go on living,
And the world'll continue to spin like nothing's wrong.
The last train beginning to move violently shaking,
At your figure that grew distant,
My tears trickled down
For no reason.

The eyes of an angel where pessimism and disdain mixed in
Are coldly loitering in the seat just in front of me.
The sigh of a girl who tottered inside the drunken carriage
Had the smell of stomach acid that sharply pierced my nose.

Though I haven't been seeking something like a rescue
For the half century when I threw away love,
It's hurting my ears a little, see--

Having the
Blade of her words words, the brunt of her sadness
Be turned towards her, she who ducked her head spreads her wings.
The last train rushes aimlessly through the night.
It's guiding us who have nowhere to go to the furthest ends.

A decadent third-rate play.
The main offender's status is a self-centered blind pink.
I who lied down at that time still had a breath in reality,
The truth is always false.
That's why next is you too saying, "It was all a lie"--

Both of my hands that were transparent darkishly in accordance with the expected,
They're beginning to be dyed in ill will and invading this body.
If the muddied angel notices, then she'll aim
The gun point over near here,
Unable to change even one complexion.

Even if
I the worst am gone, you can go on living,
And the world'll continue to spin like nothing's wrong.
The last train rushes aimlessly through the night.
It's guiding us who have nowhere to go to the furthest ends.

The light that was still burning into my condolent retinas
Was like a knife that quietly gouged at the mouths of my wounds--

猿夢 - Eight

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Upload Date: 08/10/12
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Eight
Movie: MIA

Author's Comments
"A nightmare that won't end."

Monkey Dream

07:03
I was, I was having a dream.
I sat in the 3rd seat from the back of a train.
When I was having my dream, I was limited to the time I was self-aware,
And I was able to awake from my dream freely.

A train bound for Hell. The nightmare that can be told of.
The countdown to being self-aware of the sense of reality that started to seep
From the impending tragedy.
I open my eyes so as to escape from a dream stinking of blood.

Passenger ticket.

Inorganic voices. An unstaffed station. Without any coherence,
Even knowing it to be inexplicable, my curiosity strikes my pulse.
I trod my feet from my self upon unreality with pretext.
The unprecedented bizzare is "illusion"; a thing that is only that.

A hard-to-believe nightmare that partitioned oblivion.
Even the tragedy I wanted to believe fell out from my memory.
That kind of following day started to be astir.
That insanity that surges in the awfully lukewarm atmosphere.

A train bound for Hell. The nightmare that won't end.
I pray silently and more strongly. My field of vision that thins with an approaching sound.
A dismal ANNOUNCEMENT
Was graphically scorched into my far-off eardrums.