[00:00.000] 作词 : ZEXUAN LIU[00:01.000] 作曲 : ZEXUAN LIU[00:10.510]In a world that whispers and barely moves[00:13.230]We drown in silence-lost in our passive grooves[00:16.270]Life's a paradox-a twisted, sleepy script[00:18.910]Where dreams and despair tightly coexist[00:31.470]Eyes glazed, scrolling in the dead of night[00:33.710]Trapped in meme-laden labyrinths with no fight[00:36.150]Suburban cells, routine, and hollow rituals[00:39.190]Life muted, irony becoming habitual[00:41.750]Sipping bitter apathy, numbing delight[00:44.030]As survival shadows prowl just out of sight[00:47.230]Passive hearts, caught in a chaotic maze[00:49.200]Dark humor our solace in these mundane days[01:02.390]Passive paradox-where we fade and fall[01:06.990]In a silent comedy of fears, we give it our all[01:12.750]Helpless in life's hum, yet laughing through the night[01:17.630]A tragic, twisted carnival in the absence of light[01:33.470]Interplay of digital drums and organic samples[01:36.310]We're confined in comfortable cages, lost behind closed bars[01:38.750]Survival anxiety-a ghost laughing in our glass[01:41.270]Each moment just a shrug, an ironic epitaph[01:43.720]Floating on autopilot in this scripted satire[01:46.310]Bitingly venomous irony fuels our internal fire[01:48.950]In our mockery, the pain is real-a deep, scarred mark[01:51.470]Battling existence where life is absurdly dark[02:04.030]In the lull of routine, whispers awaken our fears[02:06.640]Hidden questions reverberate through our silent tears[02:09.470]Amid the calm chaos, a spark defies the dark[02:12.040]A fragile glow amid the paradox-igniting a mark[02:24.390]In the lull of routine, whispers awaken our fears[02:29.510]Hidden questions reverberate through our silent tears[02:35.030]Amid the calm chaos, a spark defies the dark[02:40.150]A fragile glow amid the paradox-igniting a mark[02:50.750]Passive paradox-where we fade and fall[02:55.350]In a silent comedy of fears, we give it our all[03:01.150]Helpless in life's hum, yet laughing through the night[03:06.030]A tragic, twisted carnival in the absence of light[03:21.470]In the lull of inertia, a mocking echo calls[03:24.070]Our existence-a quiet farce before the final fall