[Crowd cheering loudly] [Singer speaking to crowd] You guys have been amazing tonight We're 3 7 L from Ohio We've got one more for you Put down your phones and take a look around. Remember who you really are. Put your hands together This ones called SIMULATION [Crowd roars loudly] [Song begins] [spoken singer screams to the crowd before outro] Let Me hear you [Crowd claps in time] [Verse 1] Wake up in the static, it’s an everyday life Where the unreal cuts deeper than a surgeon’s knife This isn’t a copy of a copy—it’s a masquerade parade Reality’s a stranger in a world that we made Your mind is a target, caught inside the stream Facts ricochet and vanish—no time left to dream Truth dissolves in headlines, in an endless feed We’re sold the sign, not the soul underneath [Pre-Chorus][Crowd clapping in time] Do you feel it slip away? Is there anything to save? We stare in the mirror and curate what we see Is there anything real left in me? [Cheering] [Chorus] This is simulation, a world staged before your eyes This is simulation, where meaning comes to die Copy’s with no origin—I can’t find the line Tell me, do you remember what it’s like to feel alive? [Loud Cheering] [Verse 2] Everything’s a headline, a meme, a bite-sized lie Hypermarket heaven, plastic underneath the sky Emojis for emotions, profiles for your soul Smile for the filter, become the thing you scrolled We’re just Ifuago stories, dancing for the crowd A viral revelation—was the truth ever found? Pockets of the genuine, almost drowned by the flood Chasing shadows, digital veins filled with mud [Crowd explodes in screams] [Bridge] The model becomes the master Signs driving us faster Every detail manufactured All the lines are fractured We’re captured by age four There’s no window, there’s no door The simulation found the core You’re not real anymore [Chant/Breakdown] [Crowd sings along] We want it, we need it We can’t wake up, keep feeding Fake plants, fake lives, fake dopamine highs We’re sold on their fiction— Sold on their lies [Crowd roars] [Chorus] This is simulation, copying itself Simulation, shelving the real world on the shelf Simulation—shatter the screen, show me something true Is there anything left of me and you? [Crowd cheers] [Outro] [Crowd clapping in time loudly] If there’s a place where what you see is what you get Where laughter’s not projected, and the world forgives regret Let’s dig beneath the layers, past the neon, past the screens Maybe find each other in the space between Remember: anything that takes you from yourself, it’s only simulation Find your nature, seek the depth, begin your restoration [Crowd sings along loudly] This is a simulation This is a simulation This is a simulation This is a simulation Break the simulation. [crowd chants Fight, fight] This is simulation [Crowd cheering with long applause, whistles, yells] [Song Ends}
