Kina Hikikomori
Hikikomori
★★★
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Verse 1:
In the twilight of the mind, where echoes resound,
Whispers of failure, like shadows that surround.
Walking between abysses, with a bitter laugh,
The void is a friend, and sorrow's my path.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
Verse 2:
Shattered hopes, like glass broken apart,
Reflecting the fragments of a dream torn at heart.
Lost gazes, like falling stars,
As the shadows dance on, and the abysses leave scars.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
Bridge:
And if I get lost, in the shadows of being,
Smiling at the abyss, and the abyss offers its seeing.
Life is a theater, where we're all actors in play,
And I, the incel on stage, laughing at my own dismay.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
End:
And so, in the darkness, I dance and I weep,
A lost spirit seeking, in dreams that I keep.
In failure and shadow, my essence will bide,
A sad irony that within me never divides.
In the twilight of the mind, where echoes resound,
Whispers of failure, like shadows that surround.
Walking between abysses, with a bitter laugh,
The void is a friend, and sorrow's my path.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
Verse 2:
Shattered hopes, like glass broken apart,
Reflecting the fragments of a dream torn at heart.
Lost gazes, like falling stars,
As the shadows dance on, and the abysses leave scars.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
Bridge:
And if I get lost, in the shadows of being,
Smiling at the abyss, and the abyss offers its seeing.
Life is a theater, where we're all actors in play,
And I, the incel on stage, laughing at my own dismay.
Chorus:
Screaming into the void, a cruel irony,
Among the rubble of life, I'm a fragile brush, you see.
Painting pain with laughter, on a somber canvas,
I'm a clown in the mirror, laughing at who I'm not, it's madness.
End:
And so, in the darkness, I dance and I weep,
A lost spirit seeking, in dreams that I keep.
In failure and shadow, my essence will bide,
A sad irony that within me never divides.