Hated By Life Itself (English Version by Oktavia)

Lyrics: MiracVR Music: MiracVR "Don't you wish for death when your feeling weak! Hardships aren't as hard as they seems to be!" ...Sure, say that all you wan't, you're not fooling me with those word you never mean. While I don't care to die, I don't mind a bit but someone I love? ...God, I think I'd wish I did. I suppose "because I won't like it" is all my ego is. Happy to gaze upon the pain of the haven't met, cowering in our hatred has become a fashion trend. Even so we're supposed to "live a peaceful life" even though I bet it's nice, I bet we've tried someone succumbs behind the colors of the monitor deep in grief, another weeps by singing in their honor Hearing that song, a humming young boy wandered off with a knife and an offer. Everybody hated well by life itself, we'll never know! Why they force cord and ego on the radio Day-to-day, they're singing out "I'll take you down", but then again. Who takes that they're really be generous? Everybody hated well by life itself, well never know! Why "I wanna die" is treated like another joke That world where we see the worth in growing old, anybody hated well by life itself will never know! Penniless again, through the day anew, I decide to praise the lazy, and sing out of tune Lost upon life's meaning, I take in the truth, breathe and see there isn't anything I'm meant to do. Would these wounds be better off expressed with the lowly illustration “I’m so lonely” suggests? Shouldering nothing but this stubbornness, I’m nothing but alone when I go to bed. Kids with passion to play make-believe will Become young adults with a will to achieve. As we age, there comes a day we fester like a falling leaf, Carried down without a clue to prove we ever breathed… Breathing on for centuries in a deathless design, Bored for eternity, the only to survive… …These are the kinds of sci-fi dreams always on my mind. Numb to the pain, can I die? Though I’m not afraid, All the same, I have to pay attention to the hearts I’d break Lost in conflicting thoughts, I’m sure they’d have a lot to say - Yes, I can guess what they’d convey: “Perfect things need to stay as perfect as they always were.” “If you can’t confront demise, then live the life you don’t deserve.” Since we’re bound to end up sad and back to being hurt We should laugh with the friends we lack forever! Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know! Why we claim to get the happiness we haven’t shown. Angered by our past hands, past, as we complain aloud. We smile while pretending that we’re better now. Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know! Why “So long” took on the meaning of “I wanna go”. That time where “Goodbye” implied “For now, I hope” Anybody hated well by life itself will never know! Contentment, and exits, affection and friendships They’re gifts you can get for your money... …Within but a whimsical fantasy. I could be dead tomorrow, yet I’m sure in some way when I go, I’ll get to know my life was such a waste. Through daylight and stardom, through springtime and autumn we die everyday, and that’s exactly why I chase! No wishes or visions; since all I can afford is protecting your life, I ask for that and nothing more. Of course… That’s surely all I’ll ever need to sing for. Hated well by life itself, we’ll never know! What makes the meaning matter when we die alone. It’ll taint you, it’ll taint two, soon enough, the rest of us will sink like a leaf into anywhere we know it’s not for naught, ‘cause we don’t stop going out and off, always giving everything we got. To killing, to kicking, to grinning, to gritting, Living, living, living, living, Living on.