Irrenoid - Cold Mercy

太陽が沈み始め、蝉が夏の歌を歌い始め、山のそよ風が夜の霧の中を優しく導く - as the sun begins to set and the cicadas sing their summer songs, the mountain breeze gently ushers in the night's mist

Move
Burn

Burn

Why do these hands chill my bones?
Why would this touch warm my core?
Why did i love the keeper of the dead?
Why does this burn deep? this heart full of lead?
Am i so weak that i need the validation?
Am i so jaded that i need the consultation?
What happened to the world that i adored?
This vial is empty; i don't want more

I hate this guilt; i hate this obsession-
-with tearing myself down...
...kudos to fuckin' depression (hooray!)

I am my own worst critic
No matter the blood spilled
I can't stop being a cynic
I never feel fulfilled

I can't stop, i can't breathe, i can't see
I can't stop, i can't breathe, i can't see
I can't stop, i can't breathe, i can't see
I feel no mercy for myself

Da-da-da-da-da da

Cold
Mercy

Forgiving myself doesn't mean i'm forgiving them
Trusting myself doesn't mean i'm trusting them
Being content with myself doesn't mean i'm losing my edge
Karma... is cold
Mercy... is bold
Forgiveness... is the soul