地下絲絨Live--Get in trouble

The holy sunlight shines on me.
It can't be any warm to me.
Ravishing street and mirthful crowd,
Look like the overcolored draft.
Breathe some air of man-made fresh.
Taste like overdue sleeping pills.
Who got no question to this world?
Because it make you deem it is.

So what do you think?
Being a part of big machine,
Or you face the factual side,
then we know everything they lie.

Could it be said I'm the only one?
I don't wanna slide into they lied.
Falling down a trap I set, get in, get out, so what should I fear?

Would you do this right?
Or you say it is fine.
Oh, Please do hold me tight.
Oh, Please do hold me tight.