PIECE BY PEACE
up tempo 4-on-the-floor hybrid bounce driven by expressive felt piano as the main melodic core, performing fragmented minor-key arpeggios and syncopated phrasing like broken reflections, mechanical breathing groove beneath glitch-processed piano fragments in ghostly stereo drift, deep slap bass pulsing with subharmonic weight like a fading heartbeat, dry math-guitar plucks with metallic stabs and short-delay reflections as mechanical scaffolding, metallic rim clicks and detuned percussion shaping an industrial heartbeat, reversed pads and glitchy swells drifting through lo-fi urban haze, male vocal deep breathy whisper with dry midrange clarity, airy falsetto flips, glottal articulation, minimal vibrato, semi-sung rhythmic phrasing with layered whisper harmonies and vocoder haze, dominant forward mix in smoky shimmer stereo field, expressing urban melancholy, mechanical intimacy, and post-peace elegance
PIECE BY PEACE
up tempo 4-on-the-floor hybrid bounce driven by expressive felt piano as the main melodic core, performing fragmented minor-key arpeggios and syncopated phrasing like broken reflections, mechanical breathing groove beneath glitch-processed piano fragments in ghostly stereo drift, deep slap bass pulsing with subharmonic weight like a fading heartbeat, dry math-guitar plucks with metallic stabs and short-delay reflections as mechanical scaffolding, metallic rim clicks and detuned percussion shaping an industrial heartbeat, reversed pads and glitchy swells drifting through lo-fi urban haze, male vocal deep breathy whisper with dry midrange clarity, airy falsetto flips, glottal articulation, minimal vibrato, semi-sung rhythmic phrasing with layered whisper harmonies and vocoder haze, dominant forward mix in smoky shimmer stereo field, expressing urban melancholy, mechanical intimacy, and post-peace elegance
Lyrics
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【Verse 1】
遮断機が欠損 運命は待ちぼうけ
cross しない life line 街角は断絶のテンポで
fall する angelの間に 空洞のまにまに
helpを投げても kindness は過積載で迷子
逢ふ愛 誤配 やさしさが無関心
soft touch overdose 互いの輪郭はぼんやり
作られた存在だけ love と定義
応答のない画面に夜が映った maybe
【Pre-Chorus 1】
満杯の world で thirst は worse
幸福設計図に spare は none, no verse
余白ゼロの椅子 僕らの椅子取りゲームは stop
静脈の音と肺が sync する
【Chorus 1】
piece by peace 鼓動は60回で keep
blue screen heaven 呼吸だけループして生存報告 beep
angels on timeout rope じゃなく規律で縛る ルール
無意識の gesture 増殖するのは夢と self
【Verse 2】
喧騒はスヌーズ 崩壊も保留
遊具は撤去済み 記憶はクラウド流通
be happyの美学で 齟齬は丸め誤差
holy approve の中 truth はログアウトさ
支配は白手袋で like を押すだけ
good job の雨で喉が詰まる 息ができないだけ
parade of compliance 足並み auto-correct life
誰も墜ちない街で 心だけが墜ちていく
【Pre-Chorus 2】
mute な morning 夢は still logged in
cold worldline 心 loading で stop
footprint 消去 通り雨に sync
real me yesterday delete予約の 天使
【Chorus 2】
piece by peace 鼓動は60回で keep
blue screen heaven 呼吸だけループして生存報告 beep
angels on timeout rope じゃなく規律で縛る ルール
無意識の gesture 増殖するのは夢と self
【Bridge】
match found 息を合わせる
黒のコートが広告みたいに揺れる
ping が跳ねるたび心が lag
照準よりも先に孤独が tag
ミニマップの外はレッドゾーンだけ
観戦カメラが夢を撮る
リスポーン無しの life is blue
【Chorus 3】
piece by peace 鼓動は60回で keep
blue screen heaven 呼吸だけループして生存報告 beep
angels on timeout rope じゃなく規律で縛る ルール
無意識の gesture 増殖するのは夢と self
piece by piece 脈は静寂を keep
white screen eden 息だけ循環して存在証明 sleep
angels off duty 規範よりも孤独を pose
凍結の memory 脳だけ静止 close
【Outro】
blue zone shrink 声が遅延
最後の一人が影を踏んでる
supply落ちる 煙の中
転がる死体がトロフィー替わり
ヘッドセットから風が鳴る
誰もいねぇ lobby の中で stand up
リロード済みの心拍 count
still breathing but no sound
【Verse 1】
The crossing gate is broken — destiny left waiting.
Uncrossed lifelines, the street beats to a tempo of disconnection.
Between the falling angels, only emptiness drifts idly.
Even when I throw “help,” kindness gets lost, overloaded.
Overflowing love, misdelivery — tenderness turns indifferent.
Soft-touch overdose — our outlines blur.
Only fabricated beings are allowed to define “love.”
Night reflected on a silent screen — maybe.
【Pre-Chorus 1】
In a world filled to the brim, thirst grows worse.
In the blueprint of happiness, there’s no spare, no verse.
No space left on the chair — our game of musical chairs has stopped.
The sound of veins and lungs begins to sync.
【Chorus 1】
Piece by peace, my heartbeat keeps at sixty beats.
Blue-screen heaven — I breathe on loop, sending survival beeps.
Angels on timeout, bound not by rope but by rules.
Unconscious gestures — what multiplies is dream and self.
【Verse 2】
The noise hits snooze — even collapse is postponed.
The playground’s been removed, memories circulate in the cloud.
With the aesthetic of “be happy,” discord is rounded off as error.
Inside holy approval, truth logs out.
Control wears white gloves, pressing “like” with grace.
The rain of “good job” clogs my throat — I just can’t breathe.
A parade of compliance — our steps auto-corrected.
In a city where no one falls, only hearts are falling.
【Pre-Chorus 2】
A mute morning — dreams still logged in.
A cold worldline — the heart freezes mid-load.
Footprints erased, syncing with the passing rain.
Yesterday’s real me — an angel reserved for deletion.
【Chorus 2】
Piece by peace, my heartbeat keeps at sixty beats.
Blue-screen heaven — I breathe on loop, sending survival beeps.
Angels on timeout, bound not by rope but by rules.
Unconscious gestures — what multiplies is dream and self.
【Bridge】
“Match found” — I sync my breath.
A black coat sways like a billboard in the wind.
Each ping that jumps makes my heart lag.
Loneliness gets tagged before I can aim.
Outside the mini-map, only the red zone remains.
The spectator camera records dreams.
No respawn left — my life turns blue.
【Chorus 3】
Piece by peace, my heartbeat keeps at sixty beats.
Blue-screen heaven — I breathe on loop, sending survival beeps.
Angels on timeout, bound not by rope but by rules.
Unconscious gestures — what multiplies is dream and self.
Piece by piece, my pulse preserves the silence.
White-screen eden — breath circulates, proving existence in sleep.
Angels off duty — posing with solitude over law.
Frozen memories — only the brain stays still, closed.
【Outro】
The blue zone shrinks — voices delay.
The last one standing steps on a shadow.
Supplies drop into the smoke,
Corpses rolling — trophies in disguise.
Wind hums through my headset.
In an empty lobby, I stand up.
My reloaded heartbeat counts again —
Still breathing, but no sound.