トリックナイト #猫軍団仮装パレード

Style Nu Metal, Gothic Metal, Symphonic Metal, Industrial Rock, Halloween, BPM: 118, heavy downtuned 7-string guitar riffs, screaming electric violin, powerful and groovy 4/4 drum beat, funky slap bass, dramatic pipe organ chords, glitchy synth textures, DJ scratching, spooky, theatrical, alternating between whispered verses and powerful, screamed choruses, spacious reverb, high-pitched, breathy female vocalist, moonlit atmosphere, starts with a tense atmospheric loop and explodes into a cathartic, heavy chorus 🌑English follows Japanese🌑 ジクジクと滲む赤 乾かない傷の上 柘榴を貼り付けたお化粧 ねぇ、綺麗でしょ？ ランタンの口が響いてる 「お菓子をくれなきゃ」 虚ろに響く合言葉 ねぇ、お返事聞こえない 縫い目の奥がジンと疼いて舌の上で錆びてく味がした Trick Night！ 世界が息を潜める夜 仮面の下は誰だっけ？ 道化の影揺らめいて 鏡の中の私が霞んでる 歪んだ笑顔の裏側で泣いてる君の嘘は、甘いね ざわめきに溶けてく声 楽しそうだね、って唇だけで描いた滴る音が綺麗ね 皮膚の裏側、ズキズキ痛む 歪な嘘がまだドクドク響く Trick Night！ 脈拍ごとこの仮面で隠して 芝居がかった夜を演じきる 記憶の残像 万華鏡の様相 偽りの表情 選ぶのが通常 十重二十重の張りぼて もう息も絶え 散らばる感情 乱反射する残響 ねぇ、もともとどんな顔してた？ 誰だっけ？ 瞳孔に黒いアイが咲いて 独り溺れても世界は踊ってる Trick Night 剥がれた傷が囁く 「僕だけが、真実だよ」 Trick Night ねぇ、お菓子を頂戴 このお話の、続きを ねぇ 🌑🌑🌑 Trick Night A throbbing, seeping red Upon the wound that never dries Pomegranate seeds as makeup, spread "Hey... Isn't it beautiful?" I ask with these eyes. The lantern's mouth begins to quiver "You'd better give me a treat..." The password rings, an empty shiver "Hey... I can't hear your answer" Deep inside the stitches, a numbing ache takes hold A taste of rusting metal on my tongue, so cold Trick Night! A night the world holds its breath in fear Beneath this mask... who was it that was here? The jester's shadow sways and blurs The me inside the mirror starts to fade Behind that twisted smile of yours Your crying lies are of the sweetest grade. A voice that melts into the crowd "You look like you're having fun," a smile drawn on with just my lips The dripping sound is beautiful and loud. Beneath my skin, a throbbing, pulsing pain An ugly lie still beats inside my every vein Trick Night! I'll hide it all, my pulse within this shell And play my part in this theatrical hell. Memory's afterimage, a kaleidoscopic stage A face that isn't mine, I choose it on this page Layers on layers of a paper-thin disguise I can barely even breathe, beneath these hollow eyes Emotions scattered, incomplete A fractured echo on repeat Hey, what did my real face used to be? Who am I? A black love blooms inside my eyes The world keeps dancing, even if I drown alone to my demise Trick Night The wound, now peeled away, it whispers low "I alone am what is real, you know." Trick Night Hey, won't you give me a treat? Tell me the rest of this story... please... hey...