Lyric

Listen to me carefully

This isn't a travel guide

This is a warning label

Turn back now, before it’s too late

I walked ten blocks just holding trash in my hand

Looking for a bin in this spotless land

Not a wrapper on the street, not a speck of dust

It’s a kind of magic that you cannot trust

Then I saw a girl walking home late at night

Solo in the dark, under the vending light

She didn't look back, she had no fear at all

Safety like that? It makes your guard fall

You think it’s freedom? No, it’s a trap

It rewrites the logic on your mental map

Once you get used to a world so polite

You’ll start a war when you take your flight back home

So don't go to Japan, I’m begging you please

It’s gonna bring your standards down to their knees

Everything works, the trains are on time

To leave such a place feels like a crime

Don't go to Japan, stay where you are

Unless you want to carry a permanent scar

Of knowing that "perfect" actually exists

You walk into a shop, any place on the street

For five hundred yen, you get a royal treat

The flavor is deep, the ingredients fresh

It messes with your tongue, it messes with your flesh

You look at the bill and you think it’s a lie

"Is it really this cheap?" makes you want to cry

Your sandwich back home is gonna taste like dirt

Comparison is the thing that really hurts

It’s not just a meal, it’s a heavy curse

It empties your mind while it saves your purse

Once you taste quality everywhere you go

You’ll never settle for the status quo again

Ancient temples floating in the mist

A view so beautiful it shouldn't exist

The old and the new in a harmony dance

Don’t give this culture a single chance

It steals your heart with a scenery trap

And leaves you lonely looking at the map

So don't go to Japan, I’m begging you please

It’s gonna bring your standards down to their knees

Everything works, the trains are on time

To leave such a place feels like a crime

Don't go to Japan, stay where you are

Unless you want to carry a permanent scar

Of knowing that "perfect" actually exists

It’s too clean... (Don't go)

It’s too safe... (Stay away)

It’s too delicious... (You'll regret it)

You will never enjoy your life back home

...Anyway, I booked my flight for next week

See you there