This is a mashup song from manatuno🌳こかげ & Gacky + my later suno studio remake. (Mashup lyrics) Here are the original mashup links: https://suno.com/song/fb6b1ba9-4e2a-4608-9f63-b19e067eee33 https://suno.com/song/532a9861-7e3c-4621-af52-9bd9160f61c8 ------ [Intro] I want to be known, to unravel the design, But your profile flashes, then slips off the line. Music bleeds through a half-closed door— An encrypted identity, frozen on the floor. [Verse 1] I wear a cream coat, a strange, sacrificial disguise, A hound walking like a goat under indifferent skies. Thin legs bounding, greeting the world head-first and fast, While the neighborhood shibas snarl at my past. My thumb hovers over your contact, heavy as stone; The heartbeat is louder than the ringtone. I almost ran to you. I chose the unknown. [Pre-Chorus] One more second before the transmission breaks. I hide my true frequency for both our sakes. Turn or freeze? I erase my own face. [Chorus] Move or miss—don't go, the current is true. But the system classification blocks me from you. Labeled as "Personal Data," an anonymous ghost in the queue, The protocol censors what I wanted to pursue. I didn't press send; you walked out the frame, Just a nameless spectator laughing at the pain. [Verse 2] I am a master at sorting the fresh from the decayed, Sifting through the crisp memories we carelessly made. Broccoli, cucumbers—the sweet and the green, But I am left guarding the rot of the unforeseen. I hide the withered, spoiled scraps under the bed, A quiet architecture of things left unsaid. Your last text stays unread, a safe little tomb; I reach for your hand, but I misjudge the room. [Bridge] The architecture preserves your echo long after you leave. It is a goat’s mask, but a dog's heart that grieves. The door remains ajar, letting the isolation freeze. [Final Chorus] Move or miss—don't go, the signal is gone. The encrypted label keeps flashing until dawn. "Personal Data"—the closest we ever came To sharing a breath or surviving the shame. I stop at the boundary, withholding the spark, Burying my harvest deep in the dark. [Outro] Later, you’ll stumble upon the dried-up debris, The bitter, preserved art of what used to be me. Not a goat. Just a hound in the rain, Who kept his name hidden to buffer the pain. Next time we meet, let the network reset... Until then, my identity remains An unread text.
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