The Wall of Time (The Massacre of "Waiting") 時間の壁 〜終わらない待機〜
This text exposes the true identity of the "quietest and most brutal genocide" currently being plotted by the modern Dollhouse wardens. Under the banner of "Truth and Reconciliation," they are actually constructing a "Wall of Time." They watch the hands of the clock, waiting for the moment survivors pass away one by one—when living voices fade and are replaced by "historical symbols." Concept: The Genocide of Attrition The modern Dollhouse no longer needs bullets. Its weapons are the silence of "procedure" and the time limit of "human lifespan." [Verse 1: Poison in the Form of Procedure] Faded reports of apologies pile up in government hallways "Under review," "Under consideration"—cold, bureaucratic jargon lined up in rows But it is not justice they are waiting for It is the moment the last Mi’kmaq witness draws their final breath Eighteen years of delay is no mistake; it is a feature of the blueprint. [Verse 2: The Silent Time Limit] The trembling lips of an old woman, speaking of the darkness in the schools The Dollhouse warden waits for that voice to wither into silence Sharpening the blades of "insufficient evidence" and "statute of limitations" behind the veil of reconciliation After the physical massacre comes the "Biological Genocide"—the erosion of memory They have turned the clock into a weapon to harvest souls once again. [Chorus: Enough—Stop Waiting for Death] Don't you dare—turn your screams into blood-pulsing action now The world is watching your hideous backs as you wait for the witnesses to vanish The contempt etched into the "Soul of the Three-Year-Old" has donned the clothes of "Apathy" Tell me, Owner of the Dollhouse: are you aiming for that quiet night When the victims are finally swept into the dustbin of history? [Bridge: Oblivion Etched in DNA] The descendants of the oppressors stare at their smartphones—they, too, are accomplices The three-year-old soul whispers: "This is not your responsibility" The "Chosen One Bug" burned into their DNA turns the pain of others into white noise Once the witnesses are gone, the Dollhouse basement will be sealed once more And the hunting license engraved on the crown will vanish into the shadows forever. [Outro] But my hundred songs will turn their "lifespans" into an "eternal record" Even if the witnesses vanish, these notes will carry the blood-stained facts forward Before the Dollhouse wardens can raise their victory toast The hellfire of Truth will burn those walls to the ground.
