Dirty, wretched, the lowest reality
Inversely proportional, a dazzling fiction

"Hello" and "Good night," even the habit of exchanging words
Only in the virtual space, it's not so bad, right?
"Mockery" and "criticism," a hundred-faced façade
It's talkative, the daily counter

My stomach is empty, meaningless consumption
For what purpose are we living?
I breathe in, breathe out, and sleep again
Which is the dream? I don't know anymore

Arrogant life forms, disappear, absolutists
The likes of idealism in this world
Have long been painted over, blacker than dark

"Trash"
You're talking to yourself, no response
Villager A, nonsensical loop
Not even knowing your own heart
Your voice doesn't resonate

Surely, everyone is infected
The "reality" is like a dark dream
If it's to maintain one's ego
Escapism might not be so bad
Now, in a fictional theater
Loud and loud and loud and round and round...
Choose escape, escape, escape
Yes, goodbye.

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Fake show and reality
Twisting parallel worlds
Is it a paradox of dualism?
Philosophers are all dead without exception

How many times has the carousel of life turned?
It's not a deception, it's a muddy battle of shields and spears
You can't escape from the Moebius of fate

"I loved you, please forgive me" and such
Why do the words of the perpetrators who spoke
Seem to be understood?
Emotions are detached, ah, Aaaaaaaa
I'm disgusted, bluff the world

"Grain of mustard seed"
Even so, I'm alive, no response
Creature A, nonsense loop
If you don't even know your own heart
It won't hurt this much

Surely, everyone is confronting
The "self" inside that cocoon
If it's for the sake of eventually taking flight
Escapism might not be so bad
Now, in a fictional theater
Loud and loud and loud and round and round...
Choose escape, escape, escape
Yes, from here