"Unreal World" Lyrics by De Garassie the 4th 出涸し文四郎

 Unreal World – Lyrics by De Garassie the 4th



Final Ver. 5.1(2025.4.4詩を一部書き直しました)
Unreal World – 詩：De Garassie the 4th

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This poem is for those who feel an impossible emptiness
in a world that looks so “real.”

Before it becomes music, I wanted to leave it here — as words, as a statement, as truth.

この詩は、どこまでも“現実っぽい”この世界に、
“ありえないほど虚ろな違和感”を感じているあなたに送ります。

この詩は音楽になる前に、言葉としてこの時代に遺したいと思っています。

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Unreal World

Lyrics by De Garassie the 4th – Final Ver. 5.1

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[Verse 1]
Unreal world, sounds so poetic
But in fact — it is synthetic, don’t you know?
Unreal world, where you scroll, tap, and share your face — uh, what’s next?
But no one moves at all — we’re stuck in a loop
We’re kept in here — the unreal world

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[Verse 2]
They sell you dreams with plastic cups
He buys her a dress — organic cotton stuff
She leads him home through signal or what?
He gives her rings like emulated toys
We still refuse to animate the globe with the noise — don’t you believe?

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[Chorus]
This ain’t no fiction — is this a dream?
Where nothing feels real, but we all share the stream
No ground to stand, no truth to unfold
Just viral heat that leaves us cold
This is where we love
This is where we live 
This is where we are
The unreal world

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[Verse 3]
We speak in quotes, pretending to care
Our hearts feel hollowed by vacant stares
A million friends, but no one’s calling
We look connected, but we’re disconnected — don’t you know?

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[Bridge / Spoken Phrase]
No choice to avoid them
No voice to oppose them
No chance to avert them
No violence to stop them
No hint to find out them
No fight to break out them
No patch to fix up them
No catch to pick up them
Where no one recalls — we are all in vain
Each voice calling inside a digital rain

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[Final Chorus]
This ain’t salvation — it’s just a screen we’re all watching
Where hopes are blurred and fears wiped clean
We keep on swiping, we keep being sold

This is where we love
This is where we live 
This is where we are
The unreal world
Yes — this is where we live — the unreal world
Yes — this is where we live — the unreal world

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[Extended Outro]
No communication
No salvation
No satisfaction
No education

No information
No simulation
No prevention
No direction

No agitation
No reaction
No imitation
No Nation

No correction
No recollection
No connection
No emotion

We scroll
We swipe
We search
We store

We script
We survive
We see
We sink

No isolation
No habitation
No distraction
No sophistication

This is where we love
This is where we live 
This is where we are
The unreal world

END
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This is not about being right.
This is about waking up inside the same discomfort —
and quietly waving to you across the unreal world.

この詩は、「正しさ」を語るものではありません。
ただ、この世界に生きるあなたと、
同じ「違和感」の中で目を覚まし、手を振りたかっただけです。

De Garassie the 4th（出涸し 文四郎）

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Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of this work is strictly prohibited.
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tuned.

— De Garassie the 4th  （出涸し文四郎[デガラシブンシロウ]）
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