(Intro – geflüstert, Lo-Fi Filter) „Respect the dead… Respect the living… What are you doing, man?“ (Hook – tief, verzerrt, aggressiv) Why you stepping on the graves? (Why?) Drinking from the hands of the past? (Why?) This ain’t content, this is shame, Legacy you’ll never last. Respect ain’t a game, Every stone got a name, Families crying in the rain, And you laughing at their pain. (Verse 1 – erzählend, kalt, mit Echo) People watching say: “Depraved, disgusting, insane.” You call it content? No, it’s just your hollow fame. Beer cans, cigarettes — offerings, not toys, You took their memory, twisted into noise. Japan cried loud: “Who raised this fool?” Global voices burning: “Respect’s the rule.” This ain’t edgy, this ain’t art, It’s a knife to the heart. (Hook – mit J-Pop Vocal-Chor im Hintergrund) Why you stepping on the graves? (Why?) Drinking from the hands of the past? (Why?) This ain’t content, this is shame, Legacy you’ll never last. Respect ain’t a game, Every stone got a name, Families crying in the rain, And you laughing at their pain. (Verse 2 – tiefer, verzerrter Flow) You talk big, call it “nothing, just a blog.” But the spirits hear — every echo in the fog. Aokigahara ain’t your stage, It’s a wound, a sacred page. “Lock him up.” — voices rise, “Ban his face.” — no disguise. It’s not about law, it’s deeper than crime, It’s about souls, memory, eternal time. (Bridge – atmosphärisch, melodisch mit weiblicher J-Pop Stimme) 「忘れられない…」(wasurerarenai – "unvergesslich") 「あなたの痛みを笑わない…」(anata no itami o warawanai – "ich lache nicht über deinen Schmerz") (Final Hook – laut, verzerrt, aggressiv) Why you stepping on the graves? (Why?) Drinking from the hands of the past? (Why?) This ain’t content, this is shame, Legacy you’ll never last. Respect ain’t a game, Every stone got a name, Families crying in the rain, And you laughing at their pain. (Outro – Flüstern, langsam ausfaden) “Not for fame. Not for views. Respect the dead… Or they’ll never forgive you.”
