The Pilot - Tanooki Suit

A sigh of relief.

to give up, to release this desperate cling,

to a life that means nothing to me, would be so sweet.

But I can’t afford to concede.

I’ll be lost with a single defeat.

Could he call me with pride;

the fruit of his seed?

It’s an impossible dream.

How could you ask this of us?

The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.

But if I must.

I will pilot this monstrous thing.

Feeling abandoned, you cast me aside.

I know it kills you inside.

But it wasn’t just you, she left behind.

You mark a child as disposable.

Over the puppy you coddle,

of which there were countless

Now his blood is on my hands.

How could you ask this of us?

The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.

But if I must.

I will pilot this monstrous thing.

How could you ask this of us?

The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.

But if I must.

I will pilot this monstrous thing.

Kept safe by a mother’s heart.

And bathed in another’s blood,

From which I grow in search of futile love.

How could you ask this of us?

The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.

But if I must.

I will pilot this monstrous thing.

How could you ask this of us?

The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.

But if I must.

I will pilot this monstrous thing.