Echo of the Parasite (Shinichi)

I was just a kid, headphones in the night,

Now I see through death with a parasite's sight.

Name’s Shin-ee-chee—normal? That part’s dead,

What’s left is a shell with a war in his head.

Eyes wide open, but I’m numb to the kill,

Mee-gee in my arm, but he sharp with the will.

Slice through flesh like it’s paper and lies,

But the human in me still breaks when they die.

Mom’s face wore a stranger’s grin,

Heart cracked open—let the madness in.

Friends don’t get it, I’m too damn cold,

But how can I cry when I don’t feel whole?

Lost in the mirror, who the fuck am I?

A weapon, a freak, just waiting to die?

Nah. I fight to prove this heart’s not fake,

Even when it beats with another’s stake.

Half-human, whole pain, I bleed in silence,

Waging war with grief and alien violence.

They call me monster—nah, I’m just torn,

Between the soul I lost and the blade I was born.

Fear in my gut, steel in my stance,

I kill to protect, not to give death a chance.

So pray for peace, or run from the storm,

'Cause I ain’t who I was—I’m the eye of the swarm.

Guilt don’t fade when your hands are red,

Every corpse I see lives inside my head.

Sah-toh-mee scared, tryna reach the past,

But I move like death—too damn fast.

I never asked for this power or pain,

But I use what I got just to keep folks sane.

Tamiya died with a tear on her cheek,

Taught me monsters ain’t always weak.

So I walk this road, Mee-gee at my side,

Alien mind but he’s down to ride.

Partners in blood, symbiotic fate,

Two killers in sync—ain’t that great?

Half-human, whole pain, I bleed in silence,

Waging war with grief and alien violence.

They call me monster—nah, I’m just torn,

Between the soul I lost and the blade I was born.

Fear in my gut, steel in my stance,

I kill to protect, not to give death a chance.

So pray for peace, or run from the storm,

'Cause I ain’t who I was—I’m the eye of the swarm.

There’s a heart in the wreckage, you just gotta dig,

Buried beneath loss, cold like a cig.

I miss who I was, but he’s long gone,

Now it’s Shin-ee-chee the weapon—they just move on.

No cape, no title, just blood on my name,

A ghost of a boy in a grown man’s game.

I loved, I lost, I learned to feel,

Even with a body that won’t fully heal.

Half-human, but I stand with pride,

Mee-gee or not, I fight from inside.

So write me off, or write me in,

But this pain? This pain is where I begin.