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This song doesn’t belong to me and was uploaded for entertainment. The song is from the mobile game “Project Sekai Colorful Stage ft. Hatsune Miku”

All credit goes to the original owners.

(FULL) Identity by Kanade + Miku

The Vampire / ヴァンパイア - MORE MORE JUMP! x 初音ミク [FULL / Project Sekai]

[FULL VER] 25-ji, Nightcord de. - Iなんです / I nandesu Nightcord at 25

ダーリンダンス  / darling dance (full ver.) | more more jump! / mmj(project sekai)

25ji, nightcord de. niigo 25ji project sekai プロセカ ver version teniwoha てにをは feat. KAITO

[FULL] ザムザ (Zamuza / Samsa) — 25時、ナイトコードで。(Nightcord at 25:00)

25時、ナイトコードで。 SEKAI ALBUM Vol.2

ノンブレス・オブリージュ (Non-Breath Oblige) - 25時、ナイトコードで。(25-ji, Nightcord de.)

[FULL] サイバーパンクデッドボーイ (CYBERPUNK DEAD BOY) - Wonderlands x Showtime

(FULL) エゴイスト Egoist By Vivid BAD SQUAD

Reincarnation apple [Tensei Ringo] - Wonderlands x Showtime, Hatsune Miku

[FULL] 神っぽいな (God-ish) ┃ 25-ji, Nightcord de.× Hatsune Miku [Project Sekai]

[Lyrics]

You sit above the city in your glass-and-marble throne
Preaching market gospel like you forged the world alone
Calling every dirty job “replaceable” at best
While the ones who keep you breathing never get to rest
You stand a little higher, think that makes you more
But altitude is just a number, not a moral core

An élite should be the first to lift the ones who fall
Run beside the slowest step, not dance above them all
If you won’t share the burden, if you won’t share the strain
You’re not a guiding star, you’re just extra weight and chain


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on our backs
Golden skin, but inside just cracks
You call it merit, but it’s pure self-love
Rotting in the rafters while you sing “above, above”
Every role is sacred in this breathing human frame
You’re not the hand of heaven, you’re just ballast in the flame
Noble rot, deadweight—
We carry you, and you dare call that “fate”.



No work is ever “easy” when it holds a world in place
From the night-shift nurse to the ones who clean your waste
Yet you price their lives in crumbs and call your hoard “deserved”
As if the sun rose daily just because you were preserved
The system polished you like some exclusive stone
Refined the art of spoiling you and left you there to throne

You weren’t born a monster, you were seasoned by the scheme
Fed on praise and profit till you swallowed every dream
The ladder pulled behind you, you renamed it “natural law”
All the hands that built it vanish from your flawless lore


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on the hull
Shiny wine for castles, poison at the root and skull
You say “we move the markets, we’re the brains, we’re the few”
But ships don’t sail on captains, they move on every crew
No job is less than worthy when it keeps collapse at bay
You’re not closer to the heavens, you’re just in the damn way
Noble rot, deadweight—
Civilization won’t survive your weight.



Time sharpened up the system till corruption fits like silk
Turned élite into a mirror dripping honey, blood, and milk
You toast your own reflection, call it “vision”, call it “plan”
While the ones beneath your tower hold the sky up with their hands
Every year the gulf grows wider, every year you praise the gap
As if dragging chains behind us was some necessary map

But progress isn’t measured by how high you stack the throne
It’s how few are left in darkness, how few are left alone
If “success” means leaving millions choking in the dust
Then your shining crown is nothing but a symbol of mistrust


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on the rails
You weigh down every future till the engine coughs and fails
You’re not the light of history, you’re fog around the sun
A parasite that thinks it is the one who makes things run
Every soul has equal worth beneath this fragile sky
Your halo is a story, not a reason to stand high
Noble rot, deadweight—
Cut the chain or watch the whole thing break.



An élite is not a title, it’s a vow you choose to keep
To bend down to the lowest place and lift the buried deep
If you will not run beside us, then get off this fragile cart
You don’t deserve the wheels if you won’t feel the weight and start
You are not the master of the heavens, just a speck against the blue
If you shine but never shelter, we don’t need that light from you


You’re just one color in a painting far too vast to hold your name
And alone, your brilliant pigment makes a flat and lifeless frame
The worth of every worker is the canvas, broad and wide
Not the little streak of glitter clawing for the brightest side

Deadweight dressed in noble rot, your era’s running out
The world was never meant to orbit one small ring of clout
We’ll write a different meaning for the word élite at last—
Those who walk with every color, not the ones who hoard the past.

ダーリンダンス / darling dance (full ver.) | more more jump! / mmj(project sekai)

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