Gazing at a droplet when the rain recedes
The right eye connects to a power adapter
Disorder, disorder With this temperature
everything seems to melt
Go, go With this hologram
to a world filled with melancholy
And I am manipulated, manipulated
What can you see in that world
The abnormal level of subconscious noise
Humans, yes, still call this love
There is no one who has not been granted with love
in this world of love and being loved
Install the repeating history
and a whitish blue flash of thunder drones
Connect, connect With this cord to a world filled with conflicts
Dye, dye With a parasite
into the bloodstream
And what can you see, what can you see
A flash of light breaking the sky
The mad, uncertain power source
Humans, yes, still call this life
There is no one who anguish in tears
in this world of protecting and stealing lives
Believe...
A trace of miracle in the clearing sky
A trace of heartbeat in the blooming puddle
Wake up, wake up
The rusting gears start to move
Connect...
Those who hold life
Humans, yes, still call them humans
There is no one who anguish in tears
in this world of protecting and killing people
The abnormal level of subconscious noise
Humans, yes, still call this God
There is no one who bemoan with a withered voice
in a world that can be salvaged while believing in God
Believe...