Make Up Syndrome

I’m aware enough to not let you touch me
I’m spilling out, but I’m still putting on my makeup
I don’t want to show you everything I’ve felt
My awareness is clear, a vivid privacy
A flickering illusion, a tempting trap
Getting too intense, I can’t seem to find my way

In the world of your calculated image
Time gets messy, and I’m attacked by transparent things
Plastic I miss you, illusion I miss you
Sadistic I miss you

Someday when I’m done, will I hold onto my memories?
Will the next phase look beautifully plastic to me?

I don’t want to show you everything I’ve felt, so I close my eyes, close my eyes
But when I open them, I’m still putting on my makeup

Today, who will I become to hide myself?
I feel a bit strange, I like this crazy hide-and-seek
Lightly, I’m floating, an unclear invitation, an illusion

In the world of your calculated image
Time gets messy, and I’m attacked by transparent things
Plastic I miss you, illusion I miss you
Sadistic I miss you

Hey, are you okay? My face, my voice, my body, my memories, all of it
Time gets messy, and before I know it, I’ve been attacked
Plastic I miss you, illusion I miss you
Sadistic I miss you
I wanted to show you everything I’ve reflected
Even the magic of erasing myself looks beautiful
Plastic I miss you, illusion I miss you
Sadistic I miss you