Vocals: ANRI
Original song by Vane Lily
Art by ali
Tuning by ryu
Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it’s nature
No, I can’t just run away
Wait, don’t go,
Won’t you help me dissect my brain?
For a hardass, you’re rather strange
With your crucifix and mistress, you play quite the game
Like an actor, you know every way
To adorn your heart with broken shards
And hide the blame
So for twenty-one sordid years have I been seeing mirrors?
Cause I see you in how I act and it makes me gag
Yeah, for twenty-one fucking years have I been seeing mirrors?
Now I’m starting to think that God was never really real
See my stomach chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die
Years ago you promised a judgment
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And I’m just fucking glad that you’re dead
Behold
The perfect scene
A neat and tidy obsequy as bitter as can be
Weed out what you won't see, pick out what you won't eat
A rose by any other name would poison just as sweet
So, for twenty-four sordid years, have I been seeing mirrors?
Cause I see you in what I lack and it makes me feel like
In twenty-four fucking years, I haven't seen her here
Now, I'm starting to see that god was never really near
See my stomach chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die
Years ago you promised a judgment
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And I’m just fucking glad that you’re dead
Picking at flowers by the footsteps of your grave
Eating the thorns trapped in a monochromatic daze
They say it’s nature
No, I can’t just run away
Wait, don’t go,
Won’t you help me dissect my brain?
(For a hardass you’re rather strange
With your crucifix and mistress, you play quite the game
Like an actor, you know every way
To adorn your heart with broken shards
And-)
(Behold
The perfect scene
A neat and tidy obsequy as bitter as can be
Weed out what you won't see, pick out what you won't eat
A rose by any other name would-)
See my stomach chock full of roses
Hear my heartbeat right where the scar is
Let the phantom into your shrine
Oh, we both know you left me to die
Years ago you promised a judgment
Now your body’s bloodied and bludgeoned
Boba tea is better when bled
And I’m just fucking glad that you’re dead
About the vocalist
ANRI is a feminine English vocal. Real name Airi Lin, she is described as an aspiring artist with a love for her pet guinea pig and bubble tea.
Voicebank by AUDIOLOGIE
TRACK 08 ON MIRROR MODULATION