The Caligula Effect: Overdose image song “Worn Out” (Kuchinashi)

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Translation for Kuchinashi’s image song “Worn Out” (おんぼろ)


“Worn Out” (おんぼろ)
Lyrics and composition: PinocchioP
Vocals: μ (CV: Reina Ueda)
Representative character: Kuchinashi


Standing there holding a bomb, detached and silent
A malignant tumor of misfortune, expanding more and more
Intelligent thoughts of negativity, images of spreading wounds
It’s a tool to blow apart the absurdity of reality

How fleeting, how fleeting, how fleeting, how fleeting, how fleeting the shackles of life are
Using both hands to carve in the grudges over and over
I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need such a specific excuse
A scream scooping out my organs, and the squirming, ugly emotions

The most pathetic excuse for a life
I dreamt of laughing with you so many years ago
I want to spill out the entirety of this grief and hatred, ah
Even as a pathetic and hopeless
worn-out thing that’s lost its voice

I’m sure I was alive back then, my body still had some warmth
Living aimlessly, unaware of the evil that would steal it all away
The memories of birthday cakes, of school entrance ceremonies,
even of crying after being scolded, I remember it all

I can’t get rid, can’t get rid, can’t get rid, can’t get rid, can’t get rid of the shadow of the fire
The peace that was crushed and trampled on like a bug
It won’t heal, it won’t heal, it won’t heal, it won’t heal, so what’s really the right answer here?
A whole life’s worth of murderous impulses, and the emotions of falling into despair

The originating sin for a cruel destiny
I can’t stand everyone going away and leaving me alone
I want to kill the despair and sing, ah
Even as a clingy and latchy
worn-out thing that’s lost its voice

The days that can never return
I close my eyes
and remember them on these nights

The most pathetic excuse for a life
I dreamt of laughing with you so many years ago
I want to spill out the entirety of this grief and hatred
A pathetic and hopeless
worn-out thing that’s lost its voice

The originating sin of a cruel destiny
I can’t stand everyone going away and leaving me alone
I want to kill the despair and sing, I want to sing, so
Even if I shouldn’t, I’ll create this song
Even if I become a worn-out thing that’s lost its voice to flame


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