Vocaloid - Those who carried on

In^Emside their little world, They ^Ctried to be understood, But ^Dall that came of it was a ^Emmess So sort it ^Emout in conversations De^Cvout apparition^Ds ^DWould say they’re horrid nonethe^Emless ^D

Once ^Bmore, their heads are ^Emcaving in There’s a ^Amwindow that jarred on their ^Emconscience^Bm Once ^Bmore, they’ve left r^Gemembering To the ^Cpeople who picked up their ^Darms and legs And carried ^Emon

They pulled a^Empart their own ^Dego at the seams, ^CAnd spilled their ^Bmorgans everywhere ^EmCaught in ^Dpolarized degrees, ^CThey may decay ^Gagain, so beware ^BThese are ^Dpeople too b^Emackwards to die out ^BThey may ^Dnever es^Gcape from the ^Emrise, now ^BThey may ^Dnever come ^Emback

Crumbling ^Emstill, Their little world ^Crebuilt ^CWhat couldn’t be endured Now, ^Dthere’s nothing left to go to wa^Emste ^D So sort it ^Emout with new perspectives ^CReused and defective, ^DThey challenged odds face-to^Em-face ^D

Once ^Gmore, their head had ^Dcaved in And the ^Empast lingered nearby a ^Dlocked door Once ^Gmore, they had re^Dvisited Something ^Emover and over and ^Cover ^Dagain And carried ^Emon

So after all these ^Emyears, They re^Dmained a form of art^{C C}‘cus they had ^Dproblems from the start ^EmThough they ^Dacted on a dare, ^CThere’s nothing ^Gstopping them, so be^Bware ^BThese are ^Dpeople too f^Emearless to die out, ^BThough they’ll ^Dnever e^Gscape from the ^Drise ^BNow…

You’d ^Emsay that things have improved… Right? ^{B C Em} You’d ^Emsay that things have improved!

N.C.

Right?