Borderline Boardgamefeat. Hatsune Miku
Divided and separated, the other side. Not my own, but someone else's pain.
Lyrics
On the other side of the borderline,
We kill the one who was simply born there.
And then we laugh, feeling happy—
If such an ending were to exist.
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Let’s unite through burning emotions.
Come on, face each other—ready, set, go!
A knife thrust forward is called justice,
And the other side is evil—
Isn’t that just an illusion?
Even passersby throw stones without thinking.
How thrilling it is to see them suffer!
Let’s play with them like toys.
Applause for the flowing blood—tonight, we toast.
Let’s grow wider, bigger, and stronger!
When the battle is decided, the loser
Is oppressed, building up more resentment.
Praying, cursing—
And now, isn’t this just the endpoint of that cycle?
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Happiness is limited—it’s a game of musical chairs.
Just now, too, filled with hostility,
The knife thrust forward pierced someone,
Yet, blur out the face of the one who suffered.
On the other side of the borderline,
We kill the one who was simply born there.
And then we laugh, feeling happy—
If such an ending...
If we were to erase all borderlines,
And let all lives that are born
Be equally happy—
If such an ending were to exist.
We kill the one who was simply born there.
And then we laugh, feeling happy—
If such an ending were to exist.
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Let’s unite through burning emotions.
Come on, face each other—ready, set, go!
A knife thrust forward is called justice,
And the other side is evil—
Isn’t that just an illusion?
Even passersby throw stones without thinking.
How thrilling it is to see them suffer!
Let’s play with them like toys.
Applause for the flowing blood—tonight, we toast.
Let’s grow wider, bigger, and stronger!
When the battle is decided, the loser
Is oppressed, building up more resentment.
Praying, cursing—
And now, isn’t this just the endpoint of that cycle?
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Come on, hate! Come on, hate!
Happiness is limited—it’s a game of musical chairs.
Just now, too, filled with hostility,
The knife thrust forward pierced someone,
Yet, blur out the face of the one who suffered.
On the other side of the borderline,
We kill the one who was simply born there.
And then we laugh, feeling happy—
If such an ending...
If we were to erase all borderlines,
And let all lives that are born
Be equally happy—
If such an ending were to exist.