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It's not enough. I've given up. They're wielding guns, We've been taken over. Uncertain moves. Let instinct choose. Their every move to leave us cornered I know it's true, Our sweat and blood, And armoured skirts crimson Story book, pretty soldiers. As we grow up, There's nothing left. Bow and arrow in hand, Stand up, follow orders. How cruel have we become? To know what we have done? Tomorrow, another one, "Dear, you're not here." We watched them leave. Leave our homes... (Forgettable) We embrace steel, and now we know That we, have control. Orient maid, free our souls (Feel the drums and they hum so loud Shooting guns from a one man

Shousou KIRIKIRI mai maitte Shirokuji doudou megucchatte Nouzui KURUKURU tto isshuu shitatte Dou ni mo kou ni mo nannai-nai ya Neko no te takusan atsumetatte Hari mo mawareba me mo mawatte Zessan kokoro wo nakushite mainichi Bou ni fucchatte orimasu "Aa...jibun ga mou hitori ireba ii no ni na..." Tte kiki-zutenaranai JIRENMA nakushite agemasho? MANE MANE no IMITEESHON Tte chotto matte tte are are hora Kakumei-teki SHICHUEESHON Mou YUKAI YUKAI YUKAI tomannai ya MANE MANE no IMITEESHON Saa KIMI ni kawatte furu maimasu Shoudouteki SENSEESHON Aa (warai) (warai) (warai) tomannai ya Kami-sama ZURU shite GOMEN NASAI! Joushou muhai no YARITAI houd