The things I can’t show anyone are overflowing inside my head
I’m losing my way inside a world where not even mistakes exist
Everything’s being smashed together so badly it’s unbelievable
A phenomenon where the world consists only of the things I can see clearly
I wonder if I can expose it for what it really is
Plastic Tic Tac, nobody can turn crazy anymore
You’re part of the plastic beautiful world, too
For some reason, I can’t see the light inside this world that’s far too beautiful
My heart’s bursting open, an infinite reflection
secret remains for you
Don’t expose the colors that are just for show and the future
fake’s plastic world keep it secret motion
It’s kept locked up like a secret
Even the things I can see clearly are my fake show,
The reverse of the truth
Telecastic Tac Tic
Everything looks normal by now, doesn’t it?
An abnormal plastic normal world
An infinite reflection in this world that’s too expressionless
This place is already a gestalt illusion, with everyone and everything in pieces,
And the insides of this hologram are all being stained with the colors of reality
secret remains for you fake’s plastic world
If I expose everything, the memories will shoot the present, and we’ll realize what’s happening
Everything will turn upside down, and it’s already the end of the illusion
We’ll even be frightened of the truth
A phenomenon where the world consists only of the things I can see clearly
The imitations hold hands, and they’re reflecting everything
The things that can’t be satisfied by anyone are overflowing inside my head
But if this is where I belong, I won’t satisfy them