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letra de no. 7 ("toilet bound hanako kun") - studio yuraki

i think that it’s time we talked about the number seven

eh? huh? sorrow to joy, from past to future
(hey, hey) the dark that shrouds the ghostly stories you were told
(secrets to be unveiled)
a fruit so sweet blended in with the truth that unfolds
(nothing but a scary tale)
yeah, yeah, it’s the third time that you’ve said it
(come on, come on) it’s all a whole lot of strife, but i’m not listening
(secrets to be unveiled)
it’s just a rumor that reality is twisted
(nothing but an endless tale)

lies are growing with the season, make it morning, noon and night
tryin’ to purify all six stems of perception is unwise
gimme magic, the seven faults are incomplete
and because of that, we all are fighting

we’re swinging the words we say like a blade, we’re brandishing them
as it laughs, break in half the mask concealing the truth
(you are all alone now)
give everything it takes for someone else’s sake!
in the seams in-between the crimes and penance
is there nothing at all? i feel a presence there
stuck somewhere in limbo
now’s let’s talk about the number seven
(lemme think, lemme think, lemme think)
a secret that i heard
that is for your ears only, it’s for n0body else to hear except for you
amazed at just how much i give, but in reality, my memory is weakened
(secrets to be unveiled)
but i know it’s all of the rumors damaging my body
(nothing but a scary tale)

passing on by, a moment in time
the two that danced, were overlooking the signs
the names that it shared, the path to the end – one, two, three death!
a mirror that lets you consider the future’s all clearer, i’d flaunt with a cheer
time to talk about the number 8
wait there isn’t a number 8

if you’re trying to repent for the four leaves of suffering
searching and blundering
rolling the dice, only 7 times
now again, again, for your strangest fate
i count 8 faults in my body, incomplete
and because of that, we all are writhing

we’re swinging the words we say like a blade, we’re brandishing them
as we laugh, feigning our innocence in the lies
(never moving forward)
pretending that we’re fine, and fool them till we die
in the seams in-between the crimes and penance
is there nothing at all? i feel a presence there
stuck somewhere in limbo
ah, whoa!

as we try to hide and conceal the past
beyond the hands of fate that rule the sands of time
we’ve changed it once before
so it’s time we tried to change it again!

far away, far away outside our timeline
head towards what we always tried to cling on to
(nothing ever changes)
the answer that i seek is finally in my reach!

- studio yuraki

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