Ghost - Over Specter Syntax

Ghost - Over Specter Syntax なぜ、足止めをされて止まるのか　この心 見えなければ　それは無いのと同じで 立ち止まることも無いのにと… 文字にしたら分かることもあった、あれは幽霊なのか 手をかける亡霊　彼らは何を思う 不当な手段で、何を望む？ そんなのを繰り返して一体　その日々は何色だ 気持ちだけが前に出る　闇雲に手を伸ばすだけ 分からないでもない焦燥　それも一つの構造。 ただ、それが形作るものが　ガスライティングでしかないのなら 本当にそのままでいいのか、最期まで なぜ、冤罪かけられ怒るのか　この想い 何も刺さらないだけでいい　戸惑いと怪訝だけで。 なのに推敲の際深みにハマってしまうような…嗚呼 口にしたら分かることもある。 あれは、Black構文なのか。 奪い取る幽霊　君たちは何を思う 飼い馴らされた感覚で何が愉しい？ そんなのを繰り返して一体 喰えればそれでいいのか？ そのカルマは何色なのか 世渡りの殺生は釈迦も許す、神に問うても疑問だらけ それはどこまでの範疇？　嗤い声の連中？ 何に怯えているのか　冷笑文化の果ての Devaluation でしかないのなら そうして手に入れた真実は何だ 明日は何色に彩ればいい　何を望む 昨日は何色だったのかって　どこを歩いたって それは僕だけが知っているんだ、それだけだ 誰かに問うまでもなく　認められる必要もない 僕は僕でいい　根も葉もない否定を覆す必要だって無い たとえどんなに何も育たぬ死の沼で 再起不可能に陥ろうとも 膝を抱えて淘汰に抗ったあの日々忘れずに まだ光り輝く想い湧き上がり歩く 嗚呼でもまだ、止まるのか　この心 まだ濡れ衣着せられて怒るのかこの想い 明日は何色に彩ればいい何を望む この炎が続くまで問い続ける なぜ泣いていたの、僕と同じ人 その背と肩を撫でると　不思議と答えをくれた 絶え間ない痛みのなかで培った想い　消さないで かけがえのない理想 けど　光が　強いならば　影が濃く見え―― 影を　魅せるならば　光が目立つ。 そんな印象構造のなか　真実を追え 光も闇も同時に強く在れ　濃く在れ　凌駕して って まだ僕も幽霊だ。まだ消えないでと願いながら 壊れた空を見上げているんだ この空を　ああそうだ、この空を ────────── Over Specter Syntax Why does this heart stall when someone blocks my way? If it’s unseen, it’s as if it never was. Though I never truly stopped… ah, Putting it into words sometimes revealed the truth— was that a Specter lingering there? These Specters that meddle—what do they think? With unjust methods, what is it they desire? Repeating such deeds again and again— what color are the days they live? Only feelings push forward, blindly reaching out. I understand the restless urgency— it’s just another part of the structure. But if all it shapes is nothing but Gaslighting, can you really accept it as it is, to the very end? Why does anger rise when false blame is cast? It should be enough that nothing really pierces me. Just a look of confusion and quiet suspicion is enough. I don’t need to reflect. I don’t need to change. I don’t even need to be hurt. Yet while polishing the lines, I sink into the depths… ah. Only when I try to put it into words do these things become strangely clear. Is that… a Black syntax. These Specters that steal—what are you thinking? What joy comes from a tamed, trained sense? Repeating such cycles endlessly— Is it enough to step over others for your own victory, to feast on our loss? What color is the Karma you weave? Even Shakyamuni would allow the killing of worldly survival, and asking God only brings doubts. Where does the boundary lie? Among the laughing crowd? If it’s only devaluation at the end of a culture of sneers, what truth have you really gained? Tomorrow, what colors should I paint it with, what should I seek? Yesterday, what hue did it hold, wherever I walked? Only I know that—nothing more. No one needs to ask, no one needs to approve. I am enough as myself, no need to overturn baseless denials. Even if, in a death-swamp where nothing grows, rising again seems impossible, I won’t forget those days, huddled against extinction, resisting, holding my knees tight. Still, luminous thoughts rise, and I keep walking. Ah, yet still… does this heart pause? Yet still… does this anger flare under false blame? Tomorrow, what colors should I paint it with, what should I seek—ah, I will keep asking, as long as this flame burns. Why were you crying, one like me? When I stroked your back and shoulders, strangely, you gave me answers. The feelings nurtured in ceaseless pain— don’t erase them. Precious ideals. But if the light is strong, shadows grow deep. If shadows are shown, light stands out more. But within that structure of impressions, chase the truth. May light and dark exist equally strong, deeply, surpassing all. Ah… still, I am also a ghost. Still, I wish it wouldn’t vanish. Looking up at a broken sky, this sky… yes, this sky. ✦Lyrics written, Directed, and Produced by Azusa_I (アズサアイ: 綺川慧架) ©︎2025 Azusounds 字幕版 TikTok➤ https://www.tiktok.com/@azusa_ix/video/7626667741369371924