Under the sky, above the waves...

OUR SIXTEEN-BIT WARZ


Why the hell is all of this bloodshed happening?
Even if I ask, there's nobody answering
Who ordered this damn justice and all this sacrificing?
All I know is these orders have betrayed me

At the start, it was just a minute little hole
Comfort was what everyone wanted to control
Propaganda then spread across the world
And since then, the hole's grown infinitely

Relative and absolute vapor reaches maximum pressure
Adults relying convienently on convenience lose it after
Ignoring the past history again, one after another

Sixty five thousand five hundred thirty five tetras later
My ideal is of a dimension where nothing at all can occur
The edens that we had built all disappeared, one after another

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz
Don't be swallowed by the waves of their ideas
Remaining here, I have no option but to fight
Unable to rest my body 'cause of the threat of strife

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz
Altruism and ego fuse to something new
I, devoted only to "X" and "Y"
Should believe in the unknown "Z" if I want to survive?

They eluded the circling bear trap
Then filled the resistance with lead, and that was that
The silent building pressure, violence of the numbers
Our freedom was erased in a real quick blur

"Shoot into the steel of the survivors," some alarm had ordered
The last words of a square wave sounded out over some shoulder
Will the bell of Arkadia stay silent for much longer?

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz
Don't be swallowed by the waves of their ideas
Remaining here, I have no option but to fight
Unable to sleep for more than the blink of an eye

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz
Altruism and ego fuse to something new
With the product of the casualty rate
I can't afford to go against the orders that they make

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz
Even if I disregard every other life
The things that I've seized, inexpressible in this strife
I won't say, can't admit the abundant sins so rife

Withstanding our sixteen-bit warz

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