1. Seemingly a usual day. No suspicion of the change. Decorations look the same At the first blush, but...
A subtle shade of forgery Silently crept in my mind. Now everything seems to be doubtful. Is this life mine?
I can't get rid of this strange feeling. I am like a puppet in invisible hands.
Chorus: Someone pulls me over Through the ring between realities While I'm sleeping. Someone pulls me over Through the ring between realities But now I know it.
2. Similar rooms misled me. The air was filled with fear. Another picture saved me: I found serenity there.
What if sometimes I live Somebody else's life, Missing my own moments, Already lost in time?
I can't get rid of this strange feeling. I am like a puppet in invisible hands.