Re-Education - Neru

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2017-12-18

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This song was first added to our tracker on Tuesday June 18, 2019 and hasn't been on our charts yet. It was discovered by VocaBot on the YouTube channel Neru OFFICIAL.

Re-education
Kagamine Rin and Kagamine Len
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Along the national highway,
confronting our closed future
Closing her eyes on the rooftop,
she opposes the gravitational field
Morals can just go die, I kicked the coke can
This is youth, huh…
This is youth, huh… I’ve said this line so many times…
She lived in a hurry, and went
to the storehouse on the outskirts yesterday
With a distorted face, she wound the plastic tape
around her neck
With a selfish knife, we threaten dreams,
and our tomorrow screams out
“Please, help me” a voice calls,
but I block it out with a shield of solitude
Killing dreams with sophistic justice,
as our tomorrow sheds blood
I set fire
to our piled up memories, calling them useless
That’s right,
my days weren’t always without ambition
In my childhood, I was pointed out and laughed at
He was gambling
like pile of garbage
But long ago,
he too
had a loveable
wife and daughter
With a selfish knife, we threaten dreams,
and our tomorrow screams out
“Please, help me” a voice calls,
“Please, help me” calls,
but I block it out with a shield of solitude
but I block it out with a shield of solitude
Killing dreams with sophistic justice,
as our tomorrow sheds blood
I set fire to
onɹ dᴉlǝp nd ɯǝɯoɹᴉǝs' ɔɐllᴉuƃ ʇɥǝɯ nsǝlǝss
(our piled up memories, calling them useless)
It won’t heal, my loneliness is to the farthest ends,
Other than us, ethics are overestimated
I can't figure out the actual happiness
Please tell me,
just tell me.
If you wish it, we can say goodbye to this world
The only realistic voice tells me to run
If you don't listen to me
I'll tell the teacher
With a selfish knife, we threaten dreams,
and our tomorrow screams out
“Please, help me” a voice calls,
but I block it out with a shield of solitude
Killing dreams with sophistic justice,
our tomorrow sheds blood
I set fire
to our piled up memories, calling them useless