Doing good things in her mind

But are you satisfied with just that?

Haven't you thought of fulfilling your wishes?

Everyday we sing steady, delusional from our cranial

Now, in your home, gimme, gimme, grant unto me, more

STOP,

Rationalize it all up to here Time to pay up, of course, you know it, the delusion tax

That girl's just not fine, that girl's just not fine

Adoring compromises, swallowing the blowfish

But are you satisfied with just that?

Haven't you thought of fulfilling your wishes?

Come and let us pay our delusion tax

So that everyone may live a life of grandeur

Bring your wish-wish-wishes to reality

And bring back the fu-fu-future with an equal trade

Sickened by your wish to-wish to do "that," desiring it

Now, let's pass over all that pain-pain-pain

Yes, dirty delusions are settled with dirty money, so let's go

YEAH!?

I'm shocked, I'm falling down

Everything scattered, the taxes rising

It's a hard problem

And an an empty dream and in the gap is a typical autotune

Up until yesterday I was ready to escape with you

Tomorrow will come, I'm sure of that

Even though I lie at the center of the world

But are you satisfied with just that?

Haven't you thought about fulfilling your wishes?

Asking so much like that just means the price is that much higher

But even so costly, I think

"Thanks for your purchase"

As if this was a fair trade! Yeah right Look now, in front of your very eyes,

their form You know it's all just a facade to fool you If so, hurry...

Come and let us pay our delusion tax

Knowing the relationship between cash and payment, everyone turns their back on such information

The only moment of not knowing lies in your heart

But will even that unease die out? Well, first off, take the test And find your place

We've got a feeling

It will nev-nev-never come true, if you don't pay the fee

Now come and lease out the "part of you that wan-wants it"

Reality is a bit-bittersweet thing

Now, let's pass over all the pain-pain-pain

Yes, dirty delusions are

Settled with dirty money, so let's go

What you desire, who you dream of

What times you hated, whatever you wish them to be shall be

If you want it

Then take that messy-looking form

The person, heart, eyes, and everything of your dreams

It will be just as you imagine

Let who you are now

Become the you of your dreams

And if you want to be happy...

Come and let us pay our delusion tax

So that we may live a life of grandeur

Bring your wish-wish-wishes to reality

And bring back the fu-fu-future with an equal trade

Sickened by your wish to-wish to do "that," desiring it

Now, let's pass over all that pain-pain-pain

It wo-wo-won't come true, and yet I paid the fee

It was all a lie-lie-lie, a big lie to me

But anyway, it's fine, so thanks

What's on this scrap is all that I am

Yes, dirty delusions are

Settled with dirty money,

so let's go