Negative Chainfeat. Hatsune Miku
Like hell I'd ever be chained to you.
Lyrics
With no right or reason,
You hurt me all the same.
A glance back—was that your closure?
Still out there, untouched, unbothered.
So I took that as my excuse,
And I hurt someone, just like you.
A cowardly act in a play of revenge—
“Ready or not?” — “Still hiding.” — “…Fine. Have it your way.”
The shameless strut right through,
Push hard enough, and reason gives way.
Power makes it right? Sure, maybe.
Crowds make it nicer? Of course.
Come on, let’s all pass it on—
"Negative Chain".
Positive or negative, we all blur together.
Living on—there’s nothing else we can do.
We rush and rush—But the ending never changes.
It makes me sick.
The next life, If we meet, Shake hands.
And now—having fun with "Negative Chain"?
No need for reason anymore—
A motive is more than enough.
Such a hollow play of revenge.
And still, they all live on, unbothered.
Good or evil—can't measure us that way.
Living on—there’s nothing else we can do.
Why does anger paint the colors of our lives?
It makes me sick.
Positive or negative,
Good or evil.
Why are you the way?
Why are we the way?
No next life, So this life, Shake hands.
You hurt me all the same.
A glance back—was that your closure?
Still out there, untouched, unbothered.
So I took that as my excuse,
And I hurt someone, just like you.
A cowardly act in a play of revenge—
“Ready or not?” — “Still hiding.” — “…Fine. Have it your way.”
The shameless strut right through,
Push hard enough, and reason gives way.
Power makes it right? Sure, maybe.
Crowds make it nicer? Of course.
Come on, let’s all pass it on—
"Negative Chain".
Positive or negative, we all blur together.
Living on—there’s nothing else we can do.
We rush and rush—But the ending never changes.
It makes me sick.
The next life, If we meet, Shake hands.
And now—having fun with "Negative Chain"?
No need for reason anymore—
A motive is more than enough.
Such a hollow play of revenge.
And still, they all live on, unbothered.
Good or evil—can't measure us that way.
Living on—there’s nothing else we can do.
Why does anger paint the colors of our lives?
It makes me sick.
Positive or negative,
Good or evil.
Why are you the way?
Why are we the way?
No next life, So this life, Shake hands.