Rewrite

Rewrite
Renew
Rebirth

Erase and rewrite the pointless ultra fantasy revive the unforgettable sense of being Rewrite the meaningless imagination the driving force that creates you give it your whole body and soul

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No, it's about You!

The reason I want to spit these creaky old memories out
is because I don't have any other proof of my existence.
The future that I thought I had grabbed hold of
is a contradiction of dignity and freedom

The reason I want to wipe away this distorted afterimage
is because I see my own limitations within it.
In the window of my overly self-conscious self
is last year's calendar, without any dates written in.
I'll erase it, and rewrite it,
with nonsensical surrealism and an unforgettable sense of presence.
Return from the brink, and rewrite it.
Even meaningless figments of imagination
can be the driving force that gives you form.
Give your whole body and soul to me.

Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is Because there's no other proof of my existence My future that I should've grabbed hold is Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom" Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is Because I'll see my limit over there In the window of the excessively self-conscious me There are no dates in last year's calendar



Erase and rewrite The pointless ultra-fantasy Revive The unforgettable sense of being Rewrite The meaningless imagination The driving force that creates you Give it your whole body and soul



After cutting my feelings that grew, I regret After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry A depressed heart A dirty lie



Erase and rewrite The pointless ultra-fantasy Revive The unforgettable sense of being Rewrite The meaningless imagination The driving force that creates you Give it your whole body and soul

The reason this feeling is bugging me and I want to get it off my chest
Is because I have no other proof of my existence
I thought I’d got a hold on my future
But “dignity” and “freedom” are contradicting each other

The reason I want to erase this distorted afterimage
Is because in it I can see my limitations
I’m too self-conscious
Last year’s calendar in my window has no dates

Erase it and rewrite it
This huge, ridiculous fantasy
Don’t forget what it feels like to be alive

Rewrite it in the nick of time
Even the meaningless paranoia
Devote everything you have
To your driving force

Crying as I kill the feelings that had begun to grow
Crying as I realise that I’m only ordinary after all
Crying for my corrupted heart, for my dirty lies

Erase it and rewrite it
This huge, ridiculous fantasy
Don’t forget what it feels like to be alive

Rewrite it in the nick of time
Even the meaningless paranoia
Devote everything you have
To your driving force

The Sacred Star of Milos