
Hellebore
A dance punk track anchored by clipped, syncopated drums and dry, staccato bass fused tight to angular funk guitar riffs, Glockenspiel lines add brittle high accents atop glitched percussion stabs, Vocals are gentle, breathy falsetto—close-mic’d, with soft chest–head mix, airy portamento, sotto voce delivery, subtle yodel flips on phrase ends, conversational phrasing, delicate flutter vibrato, and restrained dynamics, Harmonies stay in a high, layered register, but avoid belting or shouting, Frequent shifts between unison, whispers, sighing breaks, and brief harmonic bursts punctuate refrains, with abrupt stops and swirling textures sustaining tension

Hellebore
A dance punk track anchored by clipped, syncopated drums and dry, staccato bass fused tight to angular funk guitar riffs, Glockenspiel lines add brittle high accents atop glitched percussion stabs, Vocals are gentle, breathy falsetto—close-mic’d, with soft chest–head mix, airy portamento, sotto voce delivery, subtle yodel flips on phrase ends, conversational phrasing, delicate flutter vibrato, and restrained dynamics, Harmonies stay in a high, layered register, but avoid belting or shouting, Frequent shifts between unison, whispers, sighing breaks, and brief harmonic bursts punctuate refrains, with abrupt stops and swirling textures sustaining tension
Lyrics
https://open.spotify.com/track/2lPrg6f3k0a5Vqu8QJ5IKn?si=433eb9fd4b064a89
私の壊し方、ずいぶんと心得ているようね
目を見ずに引き金だけ撫でて
問答無用に詰め込まれた"矯正"
脳漿に効く劇薬ほど
合法であればあるほど清く見えるんだってさ
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You sure know just how to break me, don’t you?
Won’t even look me in the eye, just caress the trigger
Jammed full of “corrections” with no questions asked
It’s always the most legal drugs
That look the cleanest, they say—even when they eat through your brain
善悪じゃ測れないこと
測れないのに数字で並べて
点数制の人格に
許された感情なんて一つもない
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Things you can’t judge as good or evil—
But you measure them anyway, line them up as numbers
A points-based personality system
Where not a single emotion is allowed to exist
誰かに躾られたような
惨めさだけが習得されて
独りになっても治らないのは
傷じゃなくて価値観だろう?
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All I’ve learned is the misery
Of being “trained” by someone else
Even when I’m alone, I can’t fix it
Because it’s not my wounds, it’s my values that are broken
どうしてそんなに無邪気でいられるの?
焼かれてるのは私の方なのに
ああ、痛みが証明になってるんだ
殴られてる時だけ
存在を許されたみたいで
首輪すら「私のもの」だと思ってた
心ってさ、踏みにじられる程
本物になっていくんでしょう?
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How can you be so innocent?
When I’m the one getting burned here
Ah, pain’s become my only proof
It’s only when I’m being hit
That I feel allowed to exist
Even thought the collar—I started thinking it was “mine”
Guess the more you trample a heart
The more “real” it becomes, huh?
隣の檻にはまた
「よくある話」が座っている
哀れみのフリをした支配欲に
拍手する人々の観劇
今日もまた "お疲れ様" の感傷が
失敗作に花束を渡して終わった
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In the cage next door sits
Another “common story”
A whole audience claps for “pity” that’s just disguised control
Again today, another bouquet
Handed to a failure as the curtain falls—“thanks for your hard work”
真似していいよ、って
最初から真似しか許されてない世界で
誰が誰のパクリかなんて
皮一枚じゃ見分けもつかないね
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Go ahead and copy me, they say
Like this world ever let you do anything but copy
Who’s copying who, anyway?
With just a skin’s difference, who can even tell?
オリジナルなんて名乗ったら
鼻で笑われるルールの中で
どうやって証明する?
「私が私だった」ことをさ
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Try calling yourself “original”
See how fast the rules make you a joke
So how are you supposed to prove it—
That you were ever really “you”?
どうしてそんなに安全でいられるの?
私だけが壊れていくって
ねえ、それでも「見なかったこと」にするの?
怒りは滑稽で、優しさは高価で
沈黙だけが一番楽って気づいた
甘えじゃないよ ただ
救われたことがないだけ
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How can you be so safe?
While I’m the only one falling apart
Even so, are you really going to just “pretend you didn’t see”?
Anger is ridiculous, kindness costs too much
And silence—turns out that’s the easiest of all
It’s not weakness, you know
I just… never got saved
ねえ おかしいよね
皆して「正しさ」に酔ってる
なのにここには
誰一人 幸せそうな顔がない
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Hey, it’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?
Everyone’s drunk on their own “righteousness”
But look around—
Not a single happy face in sight
どうしてそんなに無邪気でいられるの?
焼かれてるのは私の方なのに
ああ、痛みが証明になってるんだ
殴られてる時だけ
存在を許されたみたいで
首輪すら「私のもの」だと思ってた
心ってさ、踏みにじられる程
誰かに見つけてもらえると思ってた
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How can you stay so innocent?
When I’m the one being burned alive
Yeah, pain’s the only thing that proves I’m here
It’s only when I’m being hit
That I feel allowed to exist
Even the collar—I started thinking it was mine
Guess the more you trample a heart
The more you hope someone might finally see it
終わりが見えたこの箱庭で
また一つ、嘘が本物に変わっていく
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In this little garden, with no way out in sight
One more lie turns itself into the truth
