歌詞

She's been fighting against him

For her own right and faith

She says "That's a red cube"

And never doubts that's true

Seeing what he's seeing

He's been fighting with her

For what he believes

It looks blue ball to his eyes

And he never doubts that's true

Seeing what she's seeing

What color do you see?

Is it cube or ball in your eyes?

We are seeing the same thing

But once it's reconstructed in each brain

It changes to a different form

Worlds are created by observation

It seems red, it seems blue

It's a cube, it's a ball

We're observers, each men, each worlds

Every right, every sight

We are trapped, but we can't see the gyve

It's so hard to even take the first step

We are chained, it ties our eyes

Standing bias, we'll find ourselves in dead end

It's so hard to know the real color

We believe what we see is the true world (We believe)

We never doubt and deny it (But it's)

But it's the dimension-reducted world

3D to 2D

Downmixed world

We're living in the same place, at the same time (But we're)

But we're seeing the different each worlds (Each world)

Different justice for different every world (Their own justice)

Conflicting justices will never cross (Some fight)

Some fight by words, some fight by their might

They gotta (They gotta) win to prove their own justice

They're in lasting wars

We never doubt what we're seeing by our own eyes

We're just blind believers

We can't see real shape

We don't know real color

But we keep fighting "foes"

Though they're seeing the same thing

Every right, every sight

We are trapped, but we can't see the gyve

It's so hard to even take the first step

We are chained, it ties our eyes

Standing bias, we'll find ourselves in dead end

It's so hard to know the real color

Go high up, get a birds-eye view

Slip off your lenses

You can see the real form of our world

We all are trapped

We all are biased

Seeing only aspects

Being shown altered sight

What's the God? What's the devil?

What's the right? What's the wrongness?

It's the hero for some, it's the knave for some

We can't see, we don't know

Birds flying in the air knows the truth

The Real shape and color of our world

Every right, every sight

We are trapped, but we can't see the gyve

It's so hard to even take the first step

We are chained, it ties our eyes

Standing bias, we'll find ourselves in dead end

It's so hard to know the real color

We believe what we see is the true world (We believe)

It's hard to doubt and deny it (But it's)

But it's the downmixed world (Downmixed)

It's just dimension-reducted (Reducted)

What does the world look like? (Do you)

Do you really believe that's the true shape? (Really believe?)

We can't see the real form, real color

We are trapped, we are chained

If we can take a step, off the lense, get to the other side

We'll see it