You've been hating the mirror these days Fake heroes have shown you the path of self disgrace They have been selling well The propaganda by themselves You need an approbation To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life Even still you don't mind A slight trulyness might stain your uniform The light on your face fades away in your dark backstage They have been selling well The propaganda by themselves You need an approbation To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life Even still you don't mind But if someday you imagine yourself in somewhere else You'd never worry, and would embrace yourself the way it is They wheel spins and sometimes drifts when it's fast Embrace yourself You need an approbation To lose the sensation that you lost control of your life Even still you don't mind