歌詞

A blank chat box says

“I can do it clean and fast”

Shut up

I still want to get lost

In my shaking line

Someone’s truth is burning

In the feed

Don’t put what I loved on trial

I know, I know

I’m a witch

Useful

Efficient

Fast

Talented

Future

I don’t want them!

Then why do my hands still shake?

Answer me my chat box

Moratorium in Synthetic Real

Scream while I’m still unfinished

Hate, fear, shame, rage

I toss them in my pot

I’ll turn this curse to magic

Moratorium in Synthetic Real

Not escape, my emergence

Deep in the dark tunnel

I draw the line

I won’t give up

Don’t say, “Just use it”

Not using takes courage too

Trying still cuts

Pencil smell

Tablet glare

Neither is fake

Pretty isn’t enough

Fast doesn’t cut it

My scars, my taste

Still want to be here

Screaming

Moratorium in Synthetic Real

Scream while I’m still unfinished

Hate, fear, shame, rage

They’re my scent now

Turn the curse into magic

Moratorium in Synthetic Real

Not the end

The vow before dawn

Out of the tunnel

The next blue sky is dark

Draw, erase

Try, return

Scream, shut up

Break the pen, draw again

The noise grows in my womb

Tomorrow, the sound is mine