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Song by DystoP
Lyrics/Vocal tuning/Art by ArmSleevesP
UTAU Denki Sai by SteelEmissary
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The other DystoSleeves song is here
http://utaforum.net/threads/dystosleeves-ft-aiko-kikyuune-despite.10377/
When we were young, we were happy arsonists
We always set shit on fire
But now we're old
And everything has been reduced to ashes.
When we were young, we were happy arsonists
We always set shit on fire
But now we see the ashes
And we feel regrets of old age.
An ashen pit of things we didn’t care for
We thought we could always set it on fire
But when we grew up we realized
That you can’t set fire to your life.
The reality of adulthood is one that cannot be charred
No fire can burn the burdens of manhood.
We can only stare at the ashes of our childhoods
And wonder about how we got here.
When we were young, there were things of old
We didn’t care for these things at all.
We would just set it on fire.
And reduce to ashes.
An ashen pit of things we didn’t care for
We thought we could always set it on fire
But when we grew up we realized
That you can’t set fire to your life.
The reality of adulthood is one that cannot be charred
No fire can burn the burdens of manhood.
We can only stare at the ashes of our childhoods
And wonder about how we got here.
We always set shit on fire
But now we're old
And everything has been reduced to ashes.
When we were young, we were happy arsonists
We always set shit on fire
But now we see the ashes
And we feel regrets of old age.
An ashen pit of things we didn’t care for
We thought we could always set it on fire
But when we grew up we realized
That you can’t set fire to your life.
The reality of adulthood is one that cannot be charred
No fire can burn the burdens of manhood.
We can only stare at the ashes of our childhoods
And wonder about how we got here.
When we were young, there were things of old
We didn’t care for these things at all.
We would just set it on fire.
And reduce to ashes.
An ashen pit of things we didn’t care for
We thought we could always set it on fire
But when we grew up we realized
That you can’t set fire to your life.
The reality of adulthood is one that cannot be charred
No fire can burn the burdens of manhood.
We can only stare at the ashes of our childhoods
And wonder about how we got here.
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