TITLE: MORAL LINING / 倫理の裏地 (Someone Else Cut) [Intro — 0:00–0:10] [close, timid whisper] Can I ask you something? How thick is a good person? What lives beneath the skin? [tiny nervous laugh] Someone else [Intro Chop — 0:10–0:18] [soft voice sliced into rhythmic fragments] Who wore my face? Such a waste Not me Wrong side smiling [Verse 1 — 0:18–0:48] [quiet, precise singing; half-time vocal rhythm] Yesterday is losing value Morning sells it back as news Three short seconds spent on mourning Then the screen returns to you Rust is settling in my breathing Dust is sleeping in my grin “I’m okay” is not an answer It just proves I still log in [small stereo whispers] Log me in Lock me in 匿名 [Pre-Chorus — 0:48–1:02] [fragile rising melody] I left my feelings by the road Neatly tied and labeled cold No one came to take them home [complete silence] 内面 [synthetic whisper] NO COLLECTION GOOD CONDITION [Chorus — 1:02–1:30] [sweet, memorable melody over violent breakbeats] I sharpen my nails On the moral lining Smile for the lens While the room is declining I keep my halo In a plastic bag Too human to keep Too damaged to tag Don’t call me broken Call me born I found something real In the shape that was torn My future went missing My body moved on The part you deleted Was the only— 本物 [Post-Chorus — 1:30–1:40] [cute layered chops, progressively detuned] Born—born— Incorrectly Warm—warm— Machinery 愛 曖昧 廃材 再開 [Verse 2 — 1:40–2:08] [light, quick drill’n’bass flow; restrained voice] School rules sleep beneath the water Still they stand up straight and tall Every dream inside my breathing Has to take the year once more God’s voicemail is over capacity Prayers must now be brief and clear “Please come save me” takes too many words [drums stop] 手遅れ [drums slam back; voice remains polite] Grief refined and optimized Anger cleaned and sanitized Name approved and monetized Still somehow unqualified [whisper chops] 安泰 反対 残骸 万歳 [Pre-Chorus 2 — 2:08–2:20] [melody returns, slightly unstable] I made myself a little smaller So the world could let me in Now there’s almost nothing left here [smiling whisper] That means I must fit [Build — 2:20–2:30] [alternating sweet lead and corrupted double] Surface Mirror Inner Split 鏡面 対面 内面 断面 Score me Store me Make me fit [brief chopped laugh] はい承知しました [Final Chorus — 2:30–2:58] [same melody as first chorus; begins delicate, grows euphoric and unstable] I sharpen my nails On the moral lining Smile for the lens While the room is declining I keep my halo In a body bag Adapted too fast Too human to tag Don’t call it broken Call it born Something grew out Of the shape that was torn It isn’t an angel It bites when it’s touched The part you deleted Was the part I still trust [corrupted harmony response] 救済 有罪 不在 [Outro — 2:58–3:08] [all drums vanish; intimate whisper] The city was never broken It simply wasn’t built To fit a human body [tiny relieved laugh] 不适合bù shì hé [emotionless final word] 适合fú hé [abrupt digital cut]
