ORIGINAL CREDITS
* AZKi Channel : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0TXe_LYZ4scaW2XMyi5_kw
Original Video : https://youtu.be/-VQx0MtsvSQ
* IRyS Ch. hololive-EN : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8rcEBzJSleTkf_-agPM20g
Cover : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCf4mFiR--w

【AZKi x IRyS】いのち(Inochi)【REMIX】

Rushia, Okayu - Aa, Subarashiki Nyan Sei 嗚呼、素晴らしきニャン生／潤羽るしあ、猫又おかゆ 3D LIVE   Hololive Sings

[Lyrics]

They call it “overcrowded” from their towers in the sky
Counting every poor kid like a crime they can’t deny
“Breeders in the gutter, parasites below”
Write us off as numbers in their Malthusian glow
Every broken window, every siren in the night
Pinned on all the nameless faces far from neon light

But the ones you blame keep the cities breathing
Mop up the blood while the rich keep feeding
Hands in the dark hold the whole world up
You never see them, but they never stop


In your brave new world, who cleans the filth you make?
Who scrubs the shit from the boots of the great?
Who takes the needles from your holy streets?
Who hides the bodies so you can sleep?
In your brave new world, tell me, golden boys and girls—
Who cleans the filth in your brave new world?



After the purge, the skyline’s blinding white
Polished glass and cameras, sterilized daylight
You crown your “pure ones”, saints in tailored suits
Buried all the bodies, but you can’t burn the roots
Second-class angels in janitor blue
Next in line for heaven’s trash is always someone like you

In this “perfect” world, one scratch is a verdict
One tiny record and you’re no longer worth it
Every little blemish branded on your skin
“Stain on the order” — throw ’em in the bin


What kind of brave new world hunts scars like prey?
Spits on the sinner for one wrong day?
Branding the broken as less than dirt
Calling that justice while you stay unhurt
What kind of brave new world? Don’t kid me with that word—
I’ve seen this shit before, this “brave new world”.



Now the “lower” ones you spared to scrub your floors
Drown their quiet screaming behind locked doors
Pills on the table, powder in their lungs
Trading out tomorrow for a few more seconds numb
You built your crystal kingdom, but the cracks still spread
Different crown, same rot, just painted white instead

Same old poison in a brighter bottle
Same old masters, same dead model
The air still stinks though the streets look clean
Your holy order’s just a crueler machine


What kind of brave new world leaves souls to crawl?
Calls them “waste” and lets them fall?
You tightened the noose, then dare call it grace
Just more decay in a prettier place
What kind of brave new world? Say it again, you cowards—
It’s not a brave new world, just braver in its rot.



Your gospel of the chosen is a violent lie
This earth was never meant in black and white divided skies
The canvas of existence isn’t yours to own
It’s made of every shade that’s ever bled and ever grown
You’re not the hand of God, you’re just a frightened child
Afraid of all the colors that won’t fit your sterile smile


Elites are only colors burning bright
Flares of gold and silver in the light
But a painting made of nothing but the glow
Is flat and dead with nowhere left to go

We need the greys, the bruised, the dull, the scarred
The muddy tones, the lives that came out hard
All of these hues in the same wide frame
That’s where the real, true beauty is made
Your brave new world is just a canvas torn—
The whole damn spectrum is where worlds are born.

Primary (yuiko) - Depressing

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