D/N/A ✧ english ver.【tigerjolteo】

use headphones for the best experience! 🎧 ✧ But our D/N/A can’t be made out or freed ✧ i wanted to speedrun this so bad and get it out within 24 hours of the inst LMAOOO. i hope you guys appreciate my rhymes because lowkey i’m really proud of them this time around. also forgive the fact i didn’t really do much of an impression for mizuena because this song is way too high for me to comfortably attempt them LMAO. live laugh love azari 🧡 ✧ credits! ✧ ﹒original: https://www.youtube.com/@xxxAzari https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyRfLSOewbU ﹒vocals/translyrics/mix: tigerjolteo https://www.youtube.com/@tigerjolteo ✧ socials! ✧ ﹒twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/tigerjolteo1413 ﹒twitter: https://x.com/tigerjolteo ﹒discord: https://discord.gg/eyyr6xSQSf ﹒e-mail: tigerjolteo@gmail.com ✧ support me! ✧ ﹒patreon: https://patreon.com/tigerjolteo ﹒ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/tigerjolteo Lyrics (free to use with credit!): Piling the pebbles higher, up and up, to meet the sky of stars With my heart laid bare to wind, it turns to dusk and threads If one day I’ll be found and known, if I’m found now, even so I’ll show you my smile, snow white and true Treading on shadows is a game to me and how I’ve come this far All to try and finally atone with one last step If one day you find out and know, if you find me, even so Out I drew, still fragile, far from you You there, through the mirror’s vacant glow, watching me with eyes that show I’m all alone While inside of somebody’s mind, soul and scars Stuck in broken parts still, you dream in solitude But our D/N/A can’t be made out or freed All the strings mutate into one and now my heart’s dyed in rouge, dyed in rouge Awake at night, my hope’s finite though I can’t deny that my Cells inside are incised with the love I held for you Now you’re looking high and low I’m still looking, do you know What the sound I couldn’t sing out was? While inside of somebody’s mind, soul and scars Stuck in tangled parts still, you dream in solitude But our D/N/A can’t be made out or freed All the strings mutate into one too, now my pain’s dyed in rouge, dyed in rouge The figure’s face, the mirror’s shape, makes our inverted D/N/A My test of faith, as death awaits, makes our temperate D/N/A The figure’s face, the mirror’s shape, makes our inverted D/N/A My test of faith, as death awaits, makes our temperate D/N/A