This song was written at the end of 2025,

when many things happened here… and I started questioning the “truth” I was given.

Because the majority never equals the truth.

It only means the majority decides the system.

And sometimes, the system is just a louder lie.

This is a song about masks, noise, and a normal that feels staged.

About staying awake in a world that feels more comfortable asleep.

Truth isn’t always in the light.

Sometimes, it can only breathe in the dark.

…𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 🌻✨🤍

© 2026 ZYNIX. All rights reserved.

Artistic Visual Concept by ZYNIX

↳˳;; ❝ English, Japanese, Chinese & Thai translations of the original lyrics are below. ᵕ̈೫˚∗

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진실은 경매장에 던져져, who’s the highest price?

권력판은 rigged game, 짜고 친 script.

불빛 아래 숨고, 어둠이 오면 본색이 튀어 나와,

Power never changed them — it just dragged the truth out.

군중은 소음 따라 auto로 움직여,

뒤틀린 ‘정상’ 외쳐 — “this is fine”, 역겨운 joke.

봐도 못 본 척, 서로 눈 감은 채 흘러가—

Calm masks on, acting like chaos was meant to be.

거짓은 칼날처럼 돌아와 — 숨긴 적 없단 듯이 얼굴을 스친다

And silence cuts deeper, more than the blade they swing.

We watch the world bend… but don’t blink.

Twisted lines they call “truth,” Broken rules, same game, same order.

이 가짜 정상의 가면을 우린 써야 한다고?

I won’t move like a puppet to their noise!

어둠 속에서만 보이는 것들이 있어 —

If that’s the only place the truth survives,

So leave the lights off — I walk by feel.

잘 짜인 거짓 속에 줄 서는 노예들

쉬운 답만 골라 삼키고, 이유는 묻지 않아.

You call it balance; I call it staged. Want a hero? Then build one,

But don’t forget who held the strings first.

Mask on a mask, mask in a mask— 숨 막힘이 익숙한 듯 다들 살아.

Truth ain’t pretty, but it doesn’t flinch!

달아나는 빛, 쫓는 그림자, 둘 중 뭐가 진짜인지 알 수 있을까?

I walk the fault line, steady in the crack.

한번도 흔들린 적 없어.

Twisted lines they call “truth,” Broken rules, same game, same order.

이 거짓 정상은 나에게 질식일 뿐이야.

I won’t move like a puppet to their noise!

빛보다 빠른 거짓은 결국 추락해—

And when it lands on the floor…

We’ll see who still stands naked in the dark.

Twisted lines, rewritten lies — 난 이 무대 밖에서 숨을 쉰다

You can keep your borrowed order.

난 소음에 춤추지 않아.

어둠은 날 감추지 않아 — It just clears the fog...

So truth can breathe with me.

I walk by feel.

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Truth is thrown into an auction — who’s the highest price?

The board of power is a rigged game, a scripted fight.

They hide under the lights, but in the dark their nature shows,

Power never changed them — it only dragged the truth out.

The crowd moves on noise, running on auto mode,

Shouting twisted “normal” — “this is fine,” a disgusting joke.

They see but pretend not to, eyes closed as they pass,

Calm masks on, acting like chaos was meant to last.

Lies return like blades, brushing past our faces like they were never hidden.

And silence cuts deeper, more than the blade they swing.

We watch the world bend… but don’t blink.

Twisted lines they call “truth,” broken rules, same game, same order.

We’re supposed to wear this mask of fake normal?

I won’t move like a puppet to their noise!

There are things you only see in the dark —

If that’s the only place the truth survives,

So leave the lights off — I walk by feel.

Slaves lining up inside perfectly designed lies,

Swallowing easy answers, never asking why.

You call it balance; I call it staged. Want a hero? Then build one,

But don’t forget who held the strings first.

Mask on a mask, mask in a mask — everyone lives like suffocation is normal.

Truth ain’t pretty, but it doesn’t flinch!

The light runs, the shadow follows — which one is real?

I walk the fault line, steady in the crack.

I’ve never shaken.

Twisted lines they call “truth,” broken rules, same game, same order.

This fake normal is nothing but suffocation to me.

I won’t move like a puppet to their noise!

Lies faster than light will eventually fall —

And when they hit the floor…

We’ll see who still stands naked in the dark.

Twisted lines, rewritten lies — I breathe outside this stage.

You can keep your borrowed order.

I don’t dance to noise.

The dark doesn’t hide me — it only clears the fog.

So truth can breathe with me.

I walk by feel.

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真実は競売に投げ込まれる — いちばん高い値段は誰だ？

権力の盤は仕組まれたゲーム、書かれた脚本。

光の下では隠れ、闇になると本性が現れる、

力は彼らを変えたんじゃない — 真実を引きずり出しただけ。

群衆はノイズに従って自動で動き、

歪んだ「普通」を叫ぶ — “this is fine”、吐き気のする冗談。

見ているのに見ないふりで流れていく、

静かな仮面をつけて、混沌が当たり前みたいに。

嘘は刃のように戻り、隠していなかったかのように頬をかすめる。

沈黙は刃よりも深く切り裂く。

世界が曲がるのを見ている… でも瞬きはしない。

歪んだ線を「真実」と呼び、壊れたルール、同じゲーム、同じ秩序。

この偽物の普通を被れって言うのか？

俺はノイズの操り人形にはならない。

闇の中でしか見えないものがある —

そこにしか真実が生きられないなら、

灯りはいらない — 感覚で歩く。

完璧に作られた嘘に並ぶ奴隷たち、

簡単な答えだけ飲み込み、理由は聞かない。

バランスだって？ 俺には演出にしか見えない。ヒーローが欲しいなら作れ。

でも最初に糸を引いたのが誰か忘れるな。

仮面の上に仮面、息苦しさに慣れたまま生きてる。

真実は綺麗じゃない、でもひるまない。

逃げる光、追う影 — どっちが本物だ？

断層線の上を、揺れずに歩く。

一度も揺らいだことはない。

歪んだ線を「真実」と呼び、壊れたルール、同じゲーム、同じ秩序。

この偽りの普通は、俺には窒息だ。

ノイズの操り人形にはならない。

光より速い嘘は、いつか必ず落ちる —

そして床に落ちたとき…

闇の中で裸のまま立っているのは誰か、わかる。

歪んだ線、書き換えられた嘘 — 俺はこの舞台の外で息をする。

借り物の秩序は好きにすればいい。

俺はノイズに踊らない。

闇は俺を隠さない — 霧を晴らすだけ。

だから真実は、俺と一緒に息ができる。

感覚で歩く。

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真相被丢进拍卖场 —— 谁出价最高？

权力的棋盘是被操控的游戏，是写好的剧本。

他们躲在灯光下，黑暗降临时本性暴露，

权力没有改变他们，只是拖出了真相。

人群跟着噪音自动前进，

高喊扭曲的“正常” —— “this is fine”，恶心的笑话。

看见却假装没看见，闭着眼继续流走，

戴着冷静的面具，仿佛混乱本就应该如此。

谎言像刀刃般归来，掠过脸庞，仿佛从未隐藏。

沉默比挥舞的刀更锋利。

我们看着世界弯曲……却不眨眼。

他们把扭曲称为“真相”，破碎的规则，同样的游戏，同样的秩序。

我们就该戴上这虚假的正常面具吗？

我不会为他们的噪音起舞。

黑暗中才看得见的东西存在着 ——

如果真相只能在那里存活，

那就关掉灯吧，我用感觉行走。

奴隶排队走进精心设计的谎言里，

吞下简单的答案，从不追问理由。

你称之为平衡，我称之为表演。想要英雄？那就制造一个。

但别忘了最先拉线的人是谁。

面具套着面具，所有人都习惯了窒息。

真相不美，但它从不退缩。

逃跑的光，追逐的影 —— 哪个才是真的？

我走在断层线上，站得很稳。

从未动摇。

他们把扭曲称为“真相”，破碎的规则，同样的游戏，同样的秩序。

这种虚假的正常，只让我窒息。

我不会为他们的噪音起舞。

比光更快的谎言终将坠落 ——

当它落在地上时……

我们会看到，谁还赤裸地站在黑暗中。

扭曲的线，改写的谎言 —— 我在舞台之外呼吸。

你可以留下你借来的秩序。

我不为噪音起舞。

黑暗不会掩盖我 —— 只会驱散迷雾。

所以真相能与我一同呼吸。

我凭感觉行走。

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