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Core Pride

Dark side in my heart is
a grief from the past that cannot be wiped away.
It's alright, for I don't actually give a damn.
I fired my blaster, and stretched out my hands.
I've detached my life from myself,
so that I could gaze into the picture frame.
However, in there, there's no proof of my existence,
and I can barely even protect my very self.

The path I've been avoiding and unable to pass has been like this for a while.
And then, everyone has disappeared off it...

Destiny can eat shit and die.
If I can't achieve something, I will cry for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
an aria of love resounds.
Things such as the distorted real world, twisted wishes,
or the ideals and tomorrows that are crumbling away,
they've become so tedious that I want to just throw them away.
Good bye, precious life.

Dark cloud in my heart is
clearing up, and light is shining onto my path.
Let's fight, without any fear,
with a double-edged sword brandished over our head.
My life is not so lonesome,
for I am being guided by the voices of my comrades.
With the proof of my existence reaffirmed,
I released my very self.

The path I've been avoiding and unable to pass has always been like this.
Now my hesitation has completely dissipated...

Destiny can eat shit and die.
I will be a reckless daredevil and cry for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
I can hear an aria of love.
Things such as the writhed world, wishes to be fulfilled,
or weak grumblings, I have already crushed them with my hands.
The more I threw it away, the more precious it became;
it's my precious life.

I will simply repaint my destiny.
Even if I become covered in wounds, I'll try for pride.
Ah, ah, ah, alone in my world,
I still sing about love.
Things such as the writhed world, wishes to be fulfilled,
or the bond and the future we are starting to build up and consolidate,
they are still precious in the end even when I have thrown them away.
It's my precious life.