Things that I can't show to anyone are flooding my mind
I've gone lost in a world where not even mistakes exist

This is a "world" phenomenon where only the visible things are real
And that has been rubbed in to an unbelievable degree
So can I expose it for what it is?

Plastic Tac Tic, no one can be driven insane anymore
You're also in this plastic beautiful world
In a world that’s too pretty, I can't see the light for some reason
And my rupturing heart is an infinite reflection

Secret remains for you, don't expose the fake colors and the future
Take's plastic world, keep it secret motion

Secretive and confined
Even the visible things are my fake show
They're the reverse of the truth

Telecastic Tac Tic
Everything seems to be normal by now, right?
The abnormal plastic normal world
Is an infinite reflection of the world that's all too emotionless

This place is already a gestalt illusion; every single person and thing is separated
And dyes all in the color of the truth inside the hologram

Secret remains for you, take's plastic world
We'll notice that if we expose everything, memories will shoot apart the present
Keep it secret motion

Everything is turned inside-out and the illusion is already at the end
So I'm even scared of the truth
This is a "world" phenomenon where only the visible things are real
Where falsehoods go hand in hand, reflecting everything

Things that no one can satisfy are flooding my mind
But if this is where I belong, that's not enough for me