The scenery speeds by suddenly, in the blink of an eye
As I dive dangerously into my long awaited hopes
My thoughts race back to the nostalgic feeling of loneliness
As my unfulfilled time reaches saturation
At this point, I may as well head to the front lines of this new horizon
At this point, I may as well skip the boring scenes. Wrapped in smoke, the noise is polluted
The definition of reality, check this:
In the space between 0 and 1, I head for the frontier,
Gathering up my scattered desires
Free from doubt, my racing heartbeat heads for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem
Spinning vaguely in circles, I start new rumors
Forcing a betrayal of everything I believed in
But I want to keep screenshots, so what’s in my head doesn’t get mixed up with what’s in my chest
At this point, even if I sacrifice everything in the process…
The definition of reality, check this:
In the space between 100 and 101, I head for the frontier,
Each day I gather up more desires than the last
Free from doubt, my racing heartbeat heads for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem
Covered in scars or not, life goes on, heading for the frontier
Layering the moments, I walk on
A changing era, a spinning coin, heading for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem
The light you’ve yet to see…
Moves in the space between 0 and 1
The light you’ve yet to see…
Moves in the space between 0 and 1
The light you’ve yet to see…
Fighting
A permanent preservation of thought
Fighting
The light you’ve yet to see…
Overflows again in the space between 100 and 101
The light you’ve yet to see…
Fighting
A permanent preservation of thought
Common sense is something that disrupts, and never restricts
But even if there’s no end to it, I feel I can hold it dear
When I pass 100, before it returns to 1
You know, it’s still missing…
In the space between 0 and 1, I head for the frontier,
Gathering up my scattered desires
Free from doubt, my racing heartbeat heads for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem
The light you’ve yet to see…
Moves in the space between 0 and 1
The light you’ve yet to see…
Fighting
A permanent preservation of thought
Fighting
The scenery speeds by suddenly, in the blink of an eye
As I dive dangerously into my long awaited hopes
My thoughts race back to the nostalgic feeling of loneliness
As my unfulfilled time reaches saturation
At this point, I may as well head to the front lines of this new horizon
At this point, I may as well skip the boring scenes. Wrapped in smoke, the noise is polluted
The definition of reality, check this:
In the space between 0 and 1, I head for the frontier,
Gathering up my scattered desires
Free from doubt, my racing heartbeat heads for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem
Covered in scars or not, life goes on, heading for the frontier
Layering the moments, I walk on
A changing era, a spinning coin, heading for the frontier
There are no dead ends. An endlessly playing anthem