0TS / The Answer Key ft. Adachi Rei & GUMI

I'm 18 today. I'm alive. --- Music/Lyrics/Mix/Master ~ 0TS Tuning ~ ​⁠ @Mage-P & 0TS Illust ~ @electrovoiid , Crayfish, @MIDDO_Official & Lucky The Manticore, @UTEROPILLED, RetroTenn, tony, adricheri, @HWAAStyle , @Mage-P, @heyitsval88 , @keyesgen , @oceaneyessystem Video ~ 0TS Vocals ~ Adachi Rei ARPASing (voice referencing by Wormwood) , GUMI SV, Urchin, 0TS Design ~ ​⁠ 0TS (Rei) & @UTEROPILLED (GUMI) ---- With ink as red as fire and a pen that's sharp and fine I cling to what remains and strike the answers on each line Paper is born of wood’s flesh as I am born of tree-bark’s blood and sap a sculpture of carpenter’s good grace completely mutilated Another day, you understand that I will write for what you need Not a single thought escapes my pen a thing of mass destruction When you esteem me I will write a thousand poems in your name and I won’t expect nor want a world in which this heart deserves the same So, I wonder, yes, I wonder why the solutions that I calculate for you they will accumulate; to me they will never apply I'm crossing them out line by line No instinct can help me this time Answer me, my answer key You're born of foolish empathy I know you’d never lie to me so comically aligned to me, so mockingly you're synthesized I know that I'm no different, I've no means to break free, but I don't wanna be helped, no, I don't wanna believe you and I'm tired of being meek “I’m better picking up a pen than a blade,” said the hopeful me scribbling sonnets, so erratic, in the outline of my eulogy, but my words are cornered by the horror of this glass pen and I don't know if I can live- I don't know if I can live like this anymore You are, you are bracing for a better day Every prayer is a sign that I'm in your way Too burned through to hold me together When all I wanted was your arms to hold me here tonight We are, we are suffering together Each heart and soul fighting their own damned fight I won’t stick around for “forever” ‘cause I dunno if you can stomach this horrible– Is a story told if its words are never read? Can a symphony inspire if the singer’s never named? Will a poem truly reach if you care not about the poet, as he tirelessly works to prove his page is worth the praise? Creation’s a gift, oh, creation is life Though creation is fickle, it thrives in your fingers It gives and it gives, but creation is fickle, it grows out of you when you're running out of time Positioned positive I've nothing more to say No will to save this– The forecast now is grim The clouds are back, and the wind is pushing– Positioned positive This all-consuming– It won't get any worse if I close my eyes and succumb [ INSTRUMENTAL BREAK ] The more I strike, the more the ink seeps out my veins I've crossed the line a thousand times There isn’t much that can alarm me anymore For no matter how many answers I write, mine holds me here tonight GOD, I KNOW IT'S NOT CORRECT BUT IT'S KEEPING ME ALIVE Not here enough to stay awake but scared enough to find another way I am broken but alive and I will hold out for a better life Not strong enough, I'm on my own, I'll write my answers here a solemn soul I will harvest this bitter lime so maybe one day I'll be alright Coursing through me’s an emerging urgent sense of dread as divergent words are surging through a level head And though they're tangled, oh, my savior is this glass pen –when there's no sign that this feeling's gonna end ‘Cause the world never pauses for the cowardly it pushes past the plagued and pageless poet’s elegies I'll write these thoughts, so lost, contorting ‘till the end so you won't find me six feet deep, you'll never find me– I'll be off to love again! “I'm better picking up a pen then a blade” and I will write when I can't breathe I will write when the sky turns wild and green from the supercell inside of me I will write when there's nothing left but pain I will write when the sunlight fades away And I’ll never fight what I can’t see but even though I'm fighting alone– Won't you give me a sign? (I'M CROSSING THEM OUT LINE BY LINE NO INSTINCT CAN SAVE ME THIS TIME) Without reflection I strike this worthless me (I'LL HARVEST THE FLOWERING VINE, UNDO THE WORK OF THE DIVINE) Find peace in the pieces of my anatomy (WITH INK SEEPING THROUGH EVERY SIGN THAT I SHOULD BE FACING THE LIGHT) and find a way to love autonomy (THROUGH EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN DENIED BECAUSE WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE) I'll put my learnings in the answer key (IT CANNOT BE UNDONE AND YOU’'LL HEAR WHEN I CRY OUT) WILL I BE FORGIVEN IF I MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? And renew what's mine… ---- MY TWITTER ~ https://x.com/0TSXL SUPPORT ME ~ https://ko-fi.com/0tenshi LISTEN TO MACHINA MORI NOW ~ https://ffm.to/machina-mori ---- Next song will be about farting. Trust.