今日もテレビの中で誰かの涙が真実になる
台本通りの悲劇でも
拍手があればそれでいいんだろ？

愛も争いも双子みたい
信じたほうが負けなんて
さっき読んだ記事に書いてあった
誰が書いたか知らないよね？

目の前のリアルはいつだって編集されて
演じることで人々は生き残ってきた

ノンフィクションって呼ばれたフィクション
いつも信じて笑ってた
正義も罪も仮面のまま
ヒトは信じる動物さ 感動さえ演出できる

未来予想図の裏側で
真実は何度もすり替わる
信仰 国家 アイデンティティ
それって誰が決めたルール？

嘘を繰り返すうちに本当の顔を忘れて
鏡の中で俺もまた仮面をつけたピエロさ

正しさなんて 誰かが作った虚像
それでも俺自身で 真実を見極めるのさ

ノンフィクションって呼ばれたフィクション
追いかけて生きてきた
ペンを持った人が歴史をつくり
見たものはいつも それに追いすがるのさ

その男は英雄だった
この女は魔女だった
どこからが嘘でどこまでがホントか
もうどうでもいいんだ

ノンフィクション
それがフィクションでも
信じるしかないのさ
きっと俺たちはまた明日も演じている

裁判官のように正義に忠実で
それが誰かを傷つけても気づくことはないだろう


─── lyrics ───

Today too, someone's tears become the truth on TV. Even if it's a scripted tragedy, if there's applause, that's fine, right?

Love and war are like twins. The one who believes loses. That's what I read in an article just now. You don't know who wrote it, do you?

The reality in front of our eyes is always edited. People have survived by acting.

Fiction called non-fiction. We always believed and laughed. Justice and sin remain masked. Humans are animals that believe, and we can even create emotions.

Behind the future projections, the truth is replaced again and again. Faith, nation, identity. Who decided those rules?

As I keep repeating lies, I forget my true face, and in the mirror, I'm a masked clown again.

Righteousness is just an illusion created by someone, but I still choose to discern the truth myself.

Fiction called non-fiction, I've lived my life chasing it. People with pens make history, and what I see always chases after it.

That man was a hero, this woman was a witch.

It doesn't matter anymore where the lie ends and where the truth ends.

Non-fiction, even if it's fiction, I have no choice but to believe it.

I'm sure we'll be acting again tomorrow.

Be faithful to justice like a judge, and you won't notice if it hurts someone.