Vocaloid Kikuo -

(Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding?” “Shh. That’s just jam.” “Where is my shadow?” “It ran… it ran… it ran…”

The parade in my skull plays a trumpet of bones. Every step that I take breaks the floor into stones. Mother’s soup tastes like prayers and old lace. She smiles with the teeth of a much younger face. vocaloid kikuo

(Tempo: 160 BPM — frantic, like a music box winding down too fast) (Spoken, whispered, doubled) “Why is the moon bleeding

La-la-la, lick the knife. Daddy’s home with a brand-new wife. She wears a dress made of Sunday clocks. And the candy just ate my tick-tocks. (Eat them up, eat them up, tick-tocks stop.) eat them up