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