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Whew I am happy to finally get something done again Original by isonosuke: • 凡愚 / 知声 English lyrics, vocals, art: me What we lack in one way or another says a lot for a stupid commoner Every question that’s already laid out for us Every answer that we have, all is doomed to repeat Almost as if we are blinded by the misunderstandings that fill our daily lives Our trivial mistakes all without consequence Pile up in to the depths right before it’s noticed At this point we blend in trying to clear up what’s misunderstood The chances quickly growing a vortex of info A missing piece that separates everyone Is no longer found. There is nothing to amend here Jumping at the chances you get, showing every part of you Us common people left it all up to chance Many pieces that we own are a bit distorted Gushing out those complaints Never knowing of not knowing of not knowing Until, dreadful flavors emerge Out of pocket remarks that still go unpunished Once it’s known that I was wrong, I’ll speak to brush it off Honestly it’s cliche At this point just throw away your smart ideals Soon enough, they will start to make light We who lurk inside this world are called common people When the words that have been let loose on their own begin To disturb the peaceful mood up until for the first time I realize that everybody’s living with their heads placed deep inside their hands I’m drowning deep inside of this vortex of info Connected recordings to our memories Are shifting away. Shame is thrown upon my shoulders Even if the time isn’t right that exposure comes along We, the common people left it all up to chance Many pieces that we own are a bit distorted Gushing out those complaints Never knowing of not knowing of not knowing Until, dreadful flavors emerge Out of pocket remarks that still go unpunished Once it’s known that I was wrong, I’ll speak to brush it off Honestly it’s cliche What we lack in one way or another says a lot for a foolish commoner The ideals we wish upon here are so far away That’s the point living as commoners