The things I can't show anyone are flooding my head
In a world where not even mistakes exist, I'm lost
Rubbed in to an unbelievable degree
This is a "world" phenomenon where only what's visible to the eye is true
Would I be able to expose the truth?
Plastic Tac Tic, no one can go crazy anymore
You're also in this plastic beautiful world
In a world that's too beautiful, for some reason I can't see the light
My rupturing heart is an infinite reflection
Secret remains for you, fake's plastic world, don't expose the fake colors and the future
Fake's plastic world, keep it secret motion
Secretive and confined
Even the things visible to my eyes are my fake show
They're the reverse of the truth
Telecastic Tac Tic
Everything seems normal now, right?
The abnormal plastic normal world
An infinite reflection of the world that's too emotionless
This place is already a gestalt illusion; every person and things are separated
And it dyes the inside of the hologram in the colour of truth
Secret remains for you, fake's plastic world
If we expose it all, the memories will shoot the present and we'd realize
Everything is turned inside-out and the illusion is already at the end
I'm scared even of the truth
This is a "world" phenomenon where only what's visible to the eye is true
Fake things are holding hands and reflecting everything
Things that can be satisfied by no one are flooding my head
But if this is where I belong, I won't satisfy
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