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 keep it secret motion

secret remains for you, 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
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.