【Touhou Lyrics】 Poison Body ~ Forsaken Doll

  / lyricalive   Medicine's theme. ...In which an abandoned doll writes an angry breakup song to the human race. Wait for it; the juicy stuff comes after all those weird strings of passive verbs... but that part is there to summarize her story in the most fitting way: Everything that happens to a doll is passive and out of her control. She may think she's free now, but, having become a slave to her own bitterness, I wonder if she's still like a puppet somehow. DOWNLOAD ON MY BLOG: http://asa-turney.tumblr.com/lyrics Touhou Project 09, Phantasmagoria of Flower View Medicine Melancholy: "Poison Body ~ Forsaken Doll" Original music by ZUN. English lyrics and fandub vocals by me. --- // ill-befated: fabricated, decorated; celebrated, venerated, captivated; // ever-dated: separated, segregated; disenchanted, disconnected, antiquated; // deprecated, desecrated, isolated; unrelated, unaffected; understated; // situated, concentrated, circulated; saturated, permeated, nauseated; // resonated: violated, agitated; infiltrated, inundated, motivated; // long-awaited: instigated, cultivated; stimulated, manifested, integrated; // acclimated, conjugated, activated; recreated, readapted, renovated; // resurrected, reinfected, animated; resurrected, reinfected, animated; Oh-- Forsaken for another's sake. Too much for one small heart to take. Intoxicated by the bitterness of potent memories. No strength in closeness after all. Tossed easily off as a ragged doll. Moved along in something like life, suddenly to freeze. // resonated: violated, agitated; infiltrated, inundated, motivated; // long-awaited: instigated, cultivated; stimulated, manifested, integrated; // acclimated, conjugated, activated; recreated, readapted, renovated; // resurrected, reinfected, animated; resurrected, reinfected, animated; Strung high upon a nameless hill, None but a puppet's role to fill. Soon, newly mastered, realizing ultimately what to do. My kind is yearning to be free. You think to put your feelings into me? Nevermore, for now I pour my feelings unto you. Choked, smothered by your sinful fault, Weighed down until you reach a halt: Yes, taste a poison brewed over a hundred years of boiling hate. Come, open wide and take it in: None sourer than one's own medicine. Those manipulated thus learn to manipulate.