Morning drags, no hint of light,
Back to sleep, I dodge the fight.
The day won’t start; I’m falling through,
Every road still runs to you.


What are you chasing down that street?
I’ve got what you want — what you need.
Hey, out there you won’t find a thing —
What you seek is here — let it ring.


This itch won’t let me sleep tonight,
The soul keeps screaming out of sight.
The soul keeps screaming out of sight.
The soul keeps screaming — hold on tight.


I can’t laugh like I used to,
Watching myself wear thin, see-through.
Then I learnt to breathe again —
Turning you into words — through pain.


Lying on my bed, I just want an empty heart.
All of me is always a slave to something.
Freedom keeps chasing freedom — only lies repeat.
Hey, sometimes I just can’t understand myself.


Another day goes by — still blind,
Nothing learnt to ease my mind.

I reach for you — to make me forget.
I reach for you — to carry me out.
I reach for you — to make me remember.
In this blind world, you show the way.
If I become you — I’ll be free!
If I become you — I’ll be free!
If I become you — I’ll be free!
If I become you — I’ll be free!


Wherever I am, I’m still searching for a place to turn.


No Light This Morning

Something’s hanging in the air,
A swollen sky, a vacant stare.
The forecast lied — I hoped it would,
Let thunder wash me, do me good.


Stray dogs teased in alley games,
Laughter burns like paper flames.
What kind of dawn will they defend,
When mercy fades and rules will bend?


Now the noise has gone astray,
Freedom hums the streets of grey.
Even if the rain pours down,
I won’t go back, I’ll drown this town.


The air is thick, it grips my skin,
A drop escapes, it drags me in.
It rolls, complains beneath the pain,
A mirror tear that speaks my name.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


You cursed your face, that razor’s bite,
A bag held high in broken light.
Your eyes met mine — you didn’t stay,
You walked and washed the words away.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


I’ve learned I can’t be friends with pain,
It calls me back, then leaves again.
I’ve learned I can’t be friends with you,
Some truths you face, you can’t undo.

Stained by the Rain


I’m just a single point!
“Be the one who wins,” they said,
But luck and talent never spread.
Under flickering city light,
Hard work turns to prayer at night.


Should I run from where my thread was tied?
Is it wrong just to survive?
The wires hum beneath my skin,
I fade, I break — yet breathe within.


I’m just a single point!
Pain and noise become my light!
Maybe I can’t escape tonight!
Still I burn — still I fight!


Day by day,
Thread by thread,
The world pulls tight,
and I remain.


The Point in the Web


The city melts in streams of sound,
Reflections twist, I’m underground.
My shadow breathes in liquid light,
I lose the shape of wrong and right.


Spin me round the silver haze,
Dreams collide in nameless ways.
Voices echo through the night,
I dissolve into the light.


Falling slow through neon streams,
Every step distorts my dreams.
Walls breathe out a ghostly tune,
The sun forgets to rise too soon.


Endless streets beneath my eyes,
Turning mirrors, shifting skies.
If I vanish, don’t rewind —
The loop remains inside my mind.


Spin me round the silver haze,
Dreams collide in nameless ways.
No return and no goodbye,
Just drift across the sky.
Just drift across the sky.


Melting Spectrum

The city melts in streams of sound,
Reflections twist, I’m underground.
My shadow breathes in liquid light,
I lose the shape of wrong and right.



Spin me round the silver haze,
Dreams collide in nameless ways.
Voices echo through the night,
I dissolve into the light.


Falling slow through neon streams,
Every step distorts my dreams.
Walls breathe out a ghostly tune,
The sun forgets to rise too soon.



Endless streets beneath my eyes,
Turning mirrors, shifting skies.
If I vanish, don’t rewind —
The loop remains inside my mind.


Spin me round the silver haze,
Dreams collide in nameless ways.
No return and no goodbye,
Just drift across the sky.
Just drift across the sky.


Somehow again, I start anew,
Drank my coffee cold right through.
No more time, there’s nothing left,
Choking on the smoke I’ve kept.


Release me, release me —
I’ve become the light.
Changing, always changing —
I’ve seen the colour of your hair in the light.


You placed your hand so gently near,
Smiled without a word to say.
No tomorrow, nothing stays,
Now it slips through, fades away.


Release me, release me —
I am just the same.
Changing, always changing —
I’ve watched this fragile world again.


Release me, release me —
I’ve become the light.
Changing, always changing —
I’ve seen the colour of your hair tonight.


Release me, release me —
I’ve become the light.
Changing, always changing —
I’ve seen the colour of your hair tonight.


Chromatic Dissolve



The city glows — a fractured wire,
Neon veins in frozen fire.
Echo loops through static dreams,
Snow dissolves in broken streams.

⸻


Signals hum, then glitch apart,
Data drips from every heart.
No gods, no kings — just coded prayer,
Silence breathes in electric air.

⸻



Silent circuit, let it flow,
Echoes bloom where data glow.
Through distortion, warmth will grow —
This peace is all we know.


⸻



Screens reflect a ghost of me,
Static face in binary sea.
A voice repeats, then folds in two,
The system sings — but not for you.

⸻



Bells collide and glitch in time,
Fractals hum, algorithms rhyme.
Through the noise, a spark survives —
The code remembers we’re alive



Silent circuit, don’t let go,
Across the void our pulses glow.
Tiny signals cross the snow,
We don’t need love — we only flow.




Silent Circuit Christmas



Streets asleep, but I can feel it burn
Still air, yet the world turns
Calm eyes blind to shifting ground
Storms don’t scream — they just arrive without a sound
Footsteps echo through the hollow night
False peace dressed in city lights
People dream while shadows grow
Truth moves slow… then strikes below


We trust the ground — but it trembles
We trust the calm — but it fractures
Don’t pray for fate to choose you
Stand ready — nothing shelters


When silence breaks — STAND FIRM!
When the dark awake — DON’T TURN!
Not fear — but fire inside
This is how the brave survive
Hold your breath — STAY AWAKE!
Guard your flame — DON’T BREAK!
Not the fearless — just prepared
Strength is quiet — truth is bared


BRACE!
Stay awake!
Hold the line!
Rise again!

Soft light on a frozen street
Footsteps racing under anxious feet
We laugh, we hope, we turn away —
But every dawn has a price to pay
Calm hearts crack when truth is near
Courage doesn’t mean no fear
Steel your breath, sharpen your voice
When change calls — we do not hide, we choose


No warning, no sign in the air
Still we rise — aware, prepared
Storms don’t knock — they break the door
Stand your ground — ask fear for more


When silence breaks — HOLD FAST!
When the world shakes — OUTLAST!
Not panic — discipline
Not chaos — strength within
Through the edge — STAY AWAKE!
Through the dark — WE DON’T BREAK!
Not the lucky — those who tried
We don’t run — WE STAND, WE RISE!


The quiet ends…
Be ready.


When Silence Breaks



Today, I’m still alive, somehow,
The sun still climbs above the town.
Same streets, same breath, the same small sigh,
And you are here, just passing by.



Yesterday, I lived as well,
The clock rang out — a hollow bell.
I went to work, I played my part,
And you were there — my quiet heart.



The end seems near; I see it shine,
A promise whispered down the line.
The start waits close; the circle turns —
Today I live, and slowly learn.



The world keeps turning, day by day,
Yet my heart has lost its way.
Light and shadow stain the morning news,
Everyone smiles, concealing the truth.

Living on feels just surviving,
Dreams drift past a fading skyline.
Bills and worries drone like noise,
I’m breathing just to prove I’m alive.



If tomorrow never comes to me,
Would this calm be all I need?
The light of now is enough, I trust,
To hold your name before it’s lost.


The world keeps turning, I remain,
Through quiet joy and gentle pain.
Though time will cage me once again,
I breathe — and know I lived today.

Inside Today’s Cage


At the mirror, you scrub your stained hands, whisper, “Why?
All that I met then lost — what did I leave behind?”
Days keep shrinking; pain snaps hard at my heels.
My lies saved no one; my clowning cured no wounds.


With nothing left to fear, I won’t fall into line.
I’ve lost what I should guard — I don’t need one more sunrise.


My voice won’t reach you any more,
From the day I threw my learnt words to the floor.
Your voice fell silent, out of range,
From the day I chose to stop believing.


All of my friends passed by me, one by one.
In an empty room, I waited for the tragedy to come.
The view outside keeps changing, scene by scene,
But in this room the seasons have been wiped clean.


Resignation stripped the urge to lose or win.
An empty shell — I don’t need dawn again.


My voice won’t reach you any more,
From the day I threw my learnt words to the floor.
Your voice fell silent, out of range,
From the day I chose to stop believing.


Room Without Seasons


Lights are ripping past my eyes,
rain keeps shifting left and right.
Heartbeat racing, out of sync —
can’t slow down enough to think.
Every mate says “You’ll be fine,”
but I’m spiralling through the signs.
Scrolling till my head goes numb,
chasing ghosts I can’t outrun.
⸻

I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
blurred-out highways pulling at my spine.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something small still holds the line.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.
⸻


Breath is slipping, sharp and thin,
thoughts are loud beneath my skin.
All these voices in my phone
make me feel more alone.
Racing shadows on the wall,
stumbled steps, I nearly fall.
Every fear I’ve tried to hide
keeps sprinting right beside.
⸻


I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
blurred-out highways pulling at my spine.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something small still holds the line.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.
⸻


Tell me why the silence screams,
why my pulse outruns my dreams.
If I stop, I’ll disappear —
so I run through every fear.
⸻


I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
broken rhythm keeping me alive.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something in me still survives.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.


Running Through the Night

Lights are ripping past my eyes,
rain keeps shifting left and right.
Heartbeat racing, out of sync —
can’t slow down enough to think.
Every mate says “You’ll be fine,”
but I’m spiralling through the signs.
Scrolling till my head goes numb,
chasing ghosts I can’t outrun.
⸻


I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
blurred-out highways pulling at my spine.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something small still holds the line.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.
⸻


Breath is slipping, sharp and thin,
thoughts are loud beneath my skin.
All these voices in my phone
make me feel more alone.
Racing shadows on the wall,
stumbled steps, I nearly fall.
Every fear I’ve tried to hide
keeps sprinting right beside.
⸻


I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
blurred-out highways pulling at my spine.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something small still holds the line.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.
⸻


Tell me why the silence screams,
why my pulse outruns my dreams.
If I stop, I’ll disappear —
so I run through every fear.
⸻


I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
broken rhythm keeping me alive.
I’m fading, lost inside the flashing white —
but something in me still survives.
I’m breaking, shaking, running through the night,
no map left, but still I fight.

Running Through the Night(Vocaloid)


I glitch between my faces,
skin buzzing like a wire.
My voice splits into echoes,
stuttering like a liar.
The mirror spits a stranger,
hanging on a broken tone —
a voice that sounds like mine,
but never stands alone.


I’m splitting —
fading in and out,
like I’m whispered through the clouds.


I’m glitching inside my own mind,
my voice repeats then rewinds.
Delayed reflections misaligned,
I fracture, I fracture —
identity meltdown undefined.


My memories blur and scatter,
looping back in waves.
I hear myself in fragments,
lost inside the haze.
Circuits hum like warning,
sending echoes through my chest —
if I’m the glitch that loops me,
who answers when I rest?


I’m splitting —
echoes dripping slow,
like I’m falling through the radio.


I’m glitching inside my own mind,
my voice repeats out of time.
Fading copies left behind,
I fracture, I fracture —
I fracture, I fracture —
identity meltdown, redefined.


Identity Meltdown


Morning wraps me softly,
in colours that never change.
I throw on something easy,
and trace that silhouette
I once saw drifting away.
I’ll go —
on my own,
I’ll go —
with nothing in my hands,
I’ll go —
with nothing left to fear.

[Pre-Chorus]When the gentle wind
melts into me as I close my eyes,
a hand taps my shoulder —
and you whisper as I turn:


“We’ll go and search,
you’re not alone.
Go on —
don’t hide yourself.
We’ll go and search,
you’re not alone.
We’ll go —
stone by stone,
lifting each other up.”


Through the narrow gap
beyond the door,
sunlight spills in,
and the music spinning around us
turns tender again.
The freedom I longed for
reflected conflict on its surface.
If everything could be forgiven,
peace would finally find its way.


Far away,
I reached a place I’d never known —
not to forget,
but to remember once more.
I’ll go,
on my own,
I’ll go —
with empty hands,
I’ll go —
with nothing left to fear.


When I’d walked too far
and lost my sense of direction,
you found me and showed me:


“We’ll go and search,
you’re not alone.
Go on —
don’t hide yourself.
We’ll go and search,
you’re not alone.
We’ll go —
stone by stone,
helping each other on.”


Through the narrow gap
beyond the door,
sunlight spills in again.
The music circling around us
softens every edge.
The freedom I admired
still reflects our struggles,
yet if we learn to forgive,
peace will gently return.


Beyond the Door



I’m singing ’cause I’m lonely, mate,
tripping over my own bloody feet.
Stuffed tomorrow in a battered bag,
hoping it wouldn’t bail on me.

Back then I acted dead high-brow,
now I’m daft and rough around the edges.
But that whiff I caught in passing
brings your ghost right back to centre stage.

This heart’s gone proper rusty,
and some dodgy wind keeps cutting through.
Didn’t clock my life was falling out of line —
every bit of it warped in my view.

But when I chuck the whole lot out,
the one thing left standing is this tune.
Even if the world caves in on itself,
there’s still a spark kicking in my chest.

I’ve dumped every dead-weight memory,
but one thing simply won’t piss off.
This tune’s my proof I’m still alive —
louder than anything I’ve lost.

All that pride I clung to, mate,
turned out useless, just dead weight.
They called me stubborn as a kid —
fair shout, I guess they weren’t wrong.

Still I gripped this thing for dear life,
wouldn’t let it slip for anything.
Shoved every brittle bit of me inside,
let the song drown what I couldn’t face.

This heart’s gone chipped and corroded,
and the wind’s gone full-on mental now.
And even when the days drag me under,
this voice of mine just won’t bow out.

But when I chuck the whole lot out,
the one thing left standing is this tune.
No matter how the world collapses,
these lungs of mine still back the song.

I’ve dumped every bit of cluttered grief,
but one thing simply won’t piss off.
This tune’s my proof I’m still alive —
deeper than any tear I’ve lost.

Night comes crashing like cheap glass,
rust flakes falling off my chest.
Can’t tell what’s truth and what’s bollocks —
maybe I don’t need to anymore.

All the crap I’ve tossed behind me,
I won’t dress it up as memories.
If I can sing, then I’m still here —
no bastard’s taking that from me.




And if the whole thing ends one day,
the only thing left breathing is this tune.
Even when my voice cuts out for good,
it’ll echo soft inside of you.

Even if I scrap the whole damn world,
this tiny spark still carries on.
This tune’s the only thing I am —
standing by my rusted heart, still strong.


This Tune Won’t Die

寂しいから歌うんだ一人躓きそうな時には
明日をなくさぬように古びたカバンの中に詰め込んで
わりと気取ってたあの頃今じゃこんな無頓着さ
すれ違いざまの残り香思い出す君の面影

さび付いた心の前に
怪しい風が吹けば
乱れた暮らし気づかずに
何もかも歪んで映る
さび付いた心の前に新しい風を吹かせよう
そのために捨ててしまうだろう
この歌と引き換えに

守ってきたプライドなんかは
何の役にも立たなかった
偏屈な子供だと言われてた
ずっとこいつを離さなかった

さび付いた心の前に
怪しい風が吹けば
乱れた暮らし気づかずに
何もかも歪んで映る
さび付いた心の前に新しい風を吹かせよう
そのために捨ててしまうだろう
この歌と引き換えに

錆付いた心の前に


World lookin’ toxic green at night,
three days up and my pulse still bites.
Every stare cut sharp like a steel-blade line,
and crank in my veins keeps twistin’ my mind.
Shadows whisper when the walls get thin,
something crawls deep under my skin.
Somebody’s drawing out where I’ll end —
whole damn town tryna drag me again.


Tell me how they say it’s fine,
when I’m stuck below that bottom line.
Bones for wages, nights for pain,
hunger burnin’ through my veins again.
If fear would fade and leave my mind,
maybe someday I’d sleep just fine.


“Peace on Earth?” man spare that line,
barely breathin’, hollowed dry inside.
Job crush bone for a check that dies,
dust on my plate and dust on my life.
So I chase that crank to stay upright,
heart still racin’ through the dead-end night.
Hours blur and my vision shakes,
trade my breath for whatever it takes.


Tell me how the world is fair,
when I’m broke and drownin’ in thin air.
Dreams fall flat ‘fore they land anywhere,
time slip fast and it don’t play fair.
If fear let go for one more prayer,
maybe I’d stop pacin’ there.


To kill that hunger I slip to dope,
time slows down like a breakin’ rope.
Heartbeats drag on a fog-lined slope,
seconds melt and forget their hope.
Cravings fade into dust and smoke,
world moves slow like somethin’ broke.


Even if dope turns bones to sand,
pulls my thoughts from my own damn hands,
nothin’ matters, nothin’ stands —
world drifts off into a grey-wash land.
Voices fade like motel rain,
names and faces blur the same.
If it’s peace or rot or pain,
I can’t tell — I’m numb again.


TWISTED

I kept my eyes wide open, watching clouds drift out of sight,
The frozen blue above me pulled me higher into the light.


That sky I once remembered now locks its secrets tight,
So I set off on a trip to pull the hidden truth to light—
Yeah, I’m moving slow, I’m listening close,
Drifting further into a softer glow.


The wind keeps singing, “Sleep in peace, you gentle kids I used to know,”
And whispers, “’Til we meet again, don’t ever let my memory go.”
Goodbye, and cheers for everything —
I’ll carry you in every song I sing.


Eyes wide open in a waking dream, the colours swallow me whole,
I grit my teeth through every clue, each riddle tugging at my soul.
But every time I shut my eyes the whole world starts to spin,
Like some mad wheel that drags me back to where I’ve always been.


The wind keeps singing, “Sleep in peace, you gentle kids I used to know,”
And whispers, “’Til we meet again, don’t ever let my memory go.”
Goodbye, and cheers for everything —
I’ll carry you in every song I sing.


Colours ripple through the sky, dissolving lines I used to trace,
Echoes bloom like shifting stars, reshaping every hidden place.
If I let the turning light unravel shadows in my mind,
I’ll slip between the drifting worlds and leave my name behind.


Ah— higher, higher, past the line,
Let me fly straight into the sunlit shine.
Ah— hurry now, before it fades,
Let me fly up where the daylight’s made.
Ah— higher, higher, past the line,
Let me fly straight into the sunlit shine.
Ah— hurry now, before it fades,
Let me fly up where the daylight’s made.

Trip Through the Frozen Blue

Another Monday. Same view, nothing moves.
Window light on my skin; I breathe, drifting slow.
Left that bike behind for years — now it's gone.
Ghost-clean poster, peeling in the wind.
Tick, tick, tearing free in the park — park, corner shade.

Muddy kid laughing looks like me.
I'm all in the moment.
Take them; burn my merry notes as rising high, high.
Call this drink; melt on, pilot bruises all the time.
Try to hold the fake in shape; try to switch and spray.

Try to walk up out the fake, baby — let it be.
She whispers, “Fall into the low line; let it be.”
Even if the lines decay, something warm still trembles on.
Walk on, walk on, walk on.
Step back into the brightened world.

A world that won’t turn into words.
I still want you to know it, Creator.
Wander through the purple haze until you find who spun the lies.
It may mean nothing at all — yeah, we both needed it.
Let’s remember the Creator.

Catch a melody out of that breath;
bring it back, creature.

CREATURE CREMATOR

Vocaloid × Minimal Techno
Exploring electronic sounds, from hypnotic minimal beats to glitchy experiments.
New track created with Suno, more to come.

Find my latest MV on YouTube → [https://www.youtube.com/@bookriverjp]


「ボカロ × ミニマルテクノ × AI音楽。ジャンルを横断しながら新しい音の可能性を探っています。SoundCloudからYouTubeへも作品を展開中。」

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