When I land here
I try to look for familiar things they don't care
When I drop in here
There's a cough cough they can't hear
Hoo.. Moving through…
They show me the planned life stop sign there
Hoo.. Passing through...
Tell me why you can decide my life
I can not be here for my emptiness scurrying around
Follow the route
They say it's efficient
In my inner, it's nothing but a trick oh…no…
When they take me here
They try to make me be sold on life planning map
When I drop in here
There is a cough cough they can't hear
Hoo.. Moving through…
Life is cut to several stop signs there
Hoo.. Passing through…
Why my present becomes a present they wrapped
I can not be here for my emptiness scurrying around
Follow the route
I'll never be free
In my inner, I want nothing but the truth oh…no…
It can not be planned perfectly cause we are not a tour group
Escape from here…
We're not belong here
Escape from here…
We're not belong here