The world endlessly turns in 0s and 1s
Not even looking at things that are old
The more people get used to it
The more they forget the preciousness of it

A worn out radio, thrown out in a dark alley
Cobwebs all over the dusty and broken piano

It’s already been a few days but no one’s looking for me
They’re trapped in a box that traps time, blinded
Maybe someone will look for me today as I wait
But now I can’t even hear
The sound of the footsteps of a small cat

(A fake can’t be real
A fake can’t be real
A fake can’t be real)

It may seem like reality
But just a flip of the switch can end it

In this cold city, laughter is lost
In this square world, between the gray buildings

It’s already been a few days but no one’s looking for me
They’re trapped in a box that traps time, blinded
Maybe someone will look for me today as I wait
But now I can’t even hear
The sound of the footsteps of a small cat

The numbers are complexly mixed together
I’m slowly suffocating
Can I escape from this? (run away)

Don’t look at the world with those eyes
So the sound that wakes you up won’t get buried
It’s just an illusion, it’ll disappear
Flowing through the lost time
(A fake can’t be real)
There’s no way that’s real