【HBD Fukase】熱異常 (Netsu Ijou)/いよわ【VOCALOIDカバー】
“I start over with a dead variable Counting them made my temperature rise With nowhere to send it to, I write down a pitiful soliloquy Almost like an electric shock, the fear mixes with the blood in my veins From beyond the thick smoke of particulates, a black chain-sickle follows me along Even if I eliminate it, it won’t go away My throat has long since been swollen The sounds I screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense Above the armchair, a rotten crescent moon is laughing Now something’s coming to where it is The people that set fire to the flag of salvation after crying in a loud voice and the skeletons that kiss their collections then resign, shutting themselves in coffins say again, “There’s something wrong with me” in a whisper “If only there were an eternal paradise where everyone could be saved” All the adults chanting the same song had burst the ark they boarded on open The black stars are looking at them A howling ray of light pierces my eyes The bells of parting toll The answer born out of the history built by God tastes like sand I start over with a dead variable Counting them made my temperature rise I ask a question to the stars the same color as someone’s clear eyes The sadness, threatening to overwhelm, eventually flows down and becomes salt Prayers, pain, sympathy, even pity, get priced before long Even if I turn my back now, Even if I turn my back, I can clearly hear their screams The fish that advises that there’s virtue in letting go of happiness swims in the sea of self-consciousness The smell of discharged blood permeates the air The black stars are looking at me I start over with a dead variable Counting them made my temperature rise With nowhere to send it to, I write down a pitiful soliloquy The crying cells return to the sea The grumblings refuse to leave The ashen clouds are coming, as though following the tracks a swallow once drew I beg for a tomorrow with a knit-together honor My hands became sullied with hope I ask a question to the stars the same color as your clear eyes After we hold hands and love one another I’ll kill the dreams I could never fulfill As my thoughts begin to cease a thermal anomaly appears inside my very core It can’t be real This can’t be real is unbearable My throat has long since been swollen The sounds I screamed out were already a bunch of nonsense Above the armchair, a rotten crescent moon is laughing Now something’s coming to where it is”
This dude is almost a decade old and it’s still one of the best VB Yamaha has ever released
I don’t have a lot to say about Fukase since this whole channel is already a love letter to him, I love u vocal beast happy 9th anniversary