Bottleneckfeat. Hatsune Miku
This path is too narrow to make wishes come true.
Lyrics
To tell the truth, I am pure.
Since I say it myself, there's no mistake.
I could love you if you want,
but can you pay the price it deserves?
Proof of existence. Like the resonance of uncertainty.
If words only get in the way of it,
it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Proof of existence. Spat out and laughed at by a sober clown.
If the heart could predict it,
is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.
I'll give you the key, though there's no door.
You can insert it anywhere, so insert it wherever you like.
You say you want to be loved,
but when the time comes, you'll surely reject it.
Choosing boundaries. With eyes like shards of glass,
staring until it can slice through,
but the inferior pioneers are still far away.
Choosing boundaries. Say that if you end, now's the only time.
If you continue, there's no end in sight.
Constantly accompanied by pain, an unknown circle.
Things passing through me.
They caught me every single time.
It was a narrow path, a narrow heart.
When the time comes, just reject it.
Proof of existence. Like the resonance of uncertainty.
If words only get in the way of it,
it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Proof of existence. Spat out and laughed at by a sober clown.
If the heart could predict it,
is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.
There is no need.
If it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.
Since I say it myself, there's no mistake.
I could love you if you want,
but can you pay the price it deserves?
Proof of existence. Like the resonance of uncertainty.
If words only get in the way of it,
it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Proof of existence. Spat out and laughed at by a sober clown.
If the heart could predict it,
is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.
I'll give you the key, though there's no door.
You can insert it anywhere, so insert it wherever you like.
You say you want to be loved,
but when the time comes, you'll surely reject it.
Choosing boundaries. With eyes like shards of glass,
staring until it can slice through,
but the inferior pioneers are still far away.
Choosing boundaries. Say that if you end, now's the only time.
If you continue, there's no end in sight.
Constantly accompanied by pain, an unknown circle.
Things passing through me.
They caught me every single time.
It was a narrow path, a narrow heart.
When the time comes, just reject it.
Proof of existence. Like the resonance of uncertainty.
If words only get in the way of it,
it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Proof of existence. Spat out and laughed at by a sober clown.
If the heart could predict it,
is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.
There is no need.
If it's a bottleneck, just throw it away.
Is there a need to change it? No, there isn't.