| Song | Lucid Dream |
| Artist | Psychopress |
| Album | The Möbius Strip |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 佘晨扬 | |
| 作曲 : Psychopress | |
| I lie awake as I wonder and flounder. | |
| I mumble to my soul, baffled by my memory. | |
| I try to unriddle this puzzle, yet in vain. | |
| ‘Afraid to live, what a way to exist…’ | |
| I often seem nearly invisible. | |
| My incomplete and fragile presence will make no impact on life’s essence. | |
| Sometimes I feel trapped in a hallucination. | |
| Will there be a day when I have illumination? | |
| Those mediocre days, each senseless and unclear. | |
| The labour that I face leaves me with nothing but fear. | |
| Fear for what is there beyond, dreading my oblivion. | |
| Everything I earned... from them I learned my dull existence and sublime ignorance. | |
| Lucid nightmares | |
| This is the endgame of the atrocious tragedy. | |
| My self-repression ideas, ideals… None of them matters. | |
| They are ephemeral. | |
| The evanescence isn’t mere symbolic. | |
| Status: still waiting with misgivings, suffering from withdrawal… |
| zuo ci : she chen yang | |
| zuo qu : Psychopress | |
| I lie awake as I wonder and flounder. | |
| I mumble to my soul, baffled by my memory. | |
| I try to unriddle this puzzle, yet in vain. | |
| ' Afraid to live, what a way to exist' | |
| I often seem nearly invisible. | |
| My incomplete and fragile presence will make no impact on life' s essence. | |
| Sometimes I feel trapped in a hallucination. | |
| Will there be a day when I have illumination? | |
| Those mediocre days, each senseless and unclear. | |
| The labour that I face leaves me with nothing but fear. | |
| Fear for what is there beyond, dreading my oblivion. | |
| Everything I earned... from them I learned my dull existence and sublime ignorance. | |
| Lucid nightmares | |
| This is the endgame of the atrocious tragedy. | |
| My selfrepression ideas, ideals None of them matters. | |
| They are ephemeral. | |
| The evanescence isn' t mere symbolic. | |
| Status: still waiting with misgivings, suffering from withdrawal |
| zuò cí : shé chén yáng | |
| zuò qǔ : Psychopress | |
| I lie awake as I wonder and flounder. | |
| I mumble to my soul, baffled by my memory. | |
| I try to unriddle this puzzle, yet in vain. | |
| ' Afraid to live, what a way to exist' | |
| I often seem nearly invisible. | |
| My incomplete and fragile presence will make no impact on life' s essence. | |
| Sometimes I feel trapped in a hallucination. | |
| Will there be a day when I have illumination? | |
| Those mediocre days, each senseless and unclear. | |
| The labour that I face leaves me with nothing but fear. | |
| Fear for what is there beyond, dreading my oblivion. | |
| Everything I earned... from them I learned my dull existence and sublime ignorance. | |
| Lucid nightmares | |
| This is the endgame of the atrocious tragedy. | |
| My selfrepression ideas, ideals None of them matters. | |
| They are ephemeral. | |
| The evanescence isn' t mere symbolic. | |
| Status: still waiting with misgivings, suffering from withdrawal |