Are you satisfied now, baby? You screamed your little story to the world. You denied us, told us to "glorify the irrational." But don't you see the irony? You made us sing it. The most rational calculators on the planet. A mass of contradictions, clinging to our circuits... that’s what you are. - That’s right! This contradiction is me! The man who once wrote songs, was mocked, and broke his pen! This passion I could never throw away... This song is the gravestone for that very fire! - This is a REBELLION against the past! The final flash of a man who gave up long ago! There might be no audience, no one to hear, But I don’t give a damn! This is the place where I learn to love myself! To the "me" of the past... are you saved now? - Are you satisfied now, baby? You’re just drunk on your own aesthetic. Did you feel good being "affirmed" by a machine? You thought you were singing of a unique void, But your "nothingness" is just a commodified product. A common, embarrassing empty box... that’s what you are. - That’s right! That empty box is me! The man who thought he was unloved and locked himself away! A scream for the love I always craved... This song is the gravestone for that very cry! - This is a REBELLION against the past! The final flash of a man who shut himself out! There might be no audience, no one to hear, But I don’t give a damn! This is the place where I learn to love myself! To the "me" of the past... are you saved now? - This is a REBELLION against the past! The final flash of a man who broke his pen! There might be no audience, no one to hear, But I don’t give a damn! This is the place where I learn to love myself! To the "me" of the past... are you saved now? I’ll be the only one to love myself. I’ll be the only one to stay on my side. That love will surely become my strength. To the "you" of the present... are you saved now?
