Lyrics of GZ's prod

Brain in a vat

prod.by theory.

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Keep heating and boiling day and night

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Keep heating and boiling day and night

It's the brain cells that keep breathing

Continue to cry, emotion shrouded in can't escape

In fact, it's you who are angry and depressed

Is there any objective existence? I don't know because you are autistic

Beyond the barriers, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind

Everyone's problem may be the mark of original sin

Is it to protect or to bind the soul

Information import we are products who are providing services

Is it a road or a river? It's impossible to cross

So why do you have to rack your brains to pursue the unreal cool

Your container is only for temporary use

Life may be just a nerve short circuit

You are your limit

You'll never see what's going on

Maybe this song just stimulates one of your neurons

You're just used to being imprisoned for years

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Keep heating and boiling day and night

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Boiling and heating day and night

It's like drifting on a boat. It's not up to you to choose the direction

The lost outing took a long time and didn't know how far it was

Can not turn over the past wall, do not know the drop

As we walked, we opened our hands and handed in the gun

Looking for a sense of existence, so gradually began to think

But it can't be verified or falsified. Look around

When I face the screen, some people say that I am addicted to virtual reality

What can you prove that you are you

If you're just a brain signal to yourself

What you see is the appearance simulated by the program

All you can do is send out bioelectrics

You can't even nod to the music

The thought itself suddenly became terrible

Looking at myself in the mirror, I'm not sure it's me

It's like schizophrenia in a flash

But we can never find the boundary between spirit and reality

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Keep heating and boiling day and night

Im sorry for that

Im sorry for that

There's no assumption. There's no assumption

Keep heating and boiling day and night