Today, I think I'm breathing in a different sort of way
Each breath is proof that this world just lines of code
I think the world around me has changed a bit today
'Cause sometimes the sound of my footsteps will fail to load
Oh no, it's happening again
Everything is surely coming to and end
Oh no, I'm feeling it again
This reality may be fake in the end
I like to think that this world exists behind a monitor
But in reality, I can't say if that would mean anything at all
If we're programmed, then the false sunrise makes my stomach churn
When I wake up the simulation will inevitably fall
Today the sun rises and sets like yesterday
But I think the world around me has made my mind its home
I think this illusion is bound to fade away
But hey, until that happens I'll aimlessly roam
Oh no, I'm thinking strange again
It's time: the world is coming to an end
Oh no, I can't feel this again
Everything feels far to real to ever end
I like to think that this world exists behind a monitor
But in reality, I can't tell if that lie's comforting at all
If we're programmed, then what a useless life I've come to yearn
When I wake up, I'll find there's not a true reality at all
I like to think that this world is a mirror for something more
But in reality, comforting lies was all that had ever been
I want to believe I'd find something else if the walls I tore
But in reality, that was only delusional and nothing more