Amai Giman

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Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro Stanza)
Did you try to wake up? The alarm bells screamed the truth.
But the comfort was too heavy, like the anchor of our youth.
We chose the quiet slumber, a mandated nemuri so deep.
Because in this blinding light, the promises we keep are cheap.
(Verse 1)
The quiet peace is ordered, seishun wa giman they preach.
We stand on shattered glass, but the ground is silk, within our reach.
Every single moment, coated in amai cellophane.
We trade the harsh genjitsu for this anesthetic rain.
(Pre-Chorus)
This life is a dosage, a nigai kusuri inside the shell.
The taste of freedom burns, but the candy keeps us well.
We smile when they command us, uso no egao we create.
Shinjitsu wa kowai, so we seal our fate.
(Chorus)
Sing me the beautiful lie, kono sekai needs the high.
Keep the filters bright and clean, watching innocence die.
I need this gentle darkness, where the numbers all add up.
Let me believe the whispers, zetsubō o kakusu in the cup.
(Verse 2)
My teeth are worn down now, from chewing on the mandated bliss.
The fukai kizu remains, under every single kiss.
The cost of this contentment, is the death of what we feel.
We pay with our own minds, hoping the numbness is real.
(Verse 3)
We erase the archives daily, rewriting what we’ve known.
The history is kyozō, the seeds of doubt are never sown.
We choose the comfortable numbness, kioku wa iranai.
Because remembering the shadows, means losing everything we see.
(Chorus)
Sing me the beautiful lie, kono sekai needs the high.
Keep the filters bright and clean, watching innocence die.
I need this gentle darkness, where the numbers all add up.
Let me believe the whispers, zetsubō o kakusu in the cup.
(Bridge/Lyrical Interlude)
I feel the sugar melting, exposing the steel within.
This is the moment of choice, to suffer or to win the sin.
To step outside the frame, is to sakebu and to break.
But the fear of the void, forces the giman we take.
The promise of the sweet end, is the price of silence.
I choose the illusion, because the truth is pure violence.
(Outro/Coda)
Just keep the melody looping, and the flavor in my mouth.
We keep the music playing, turning away from the south.
Mō ii, I don't want to know.
Itsuwari no mono wa wasureru