I'm Ψ-Isteria, let's go! All these channels crowd the night, neon hissing over light. Billboards talking over me— hard to hear my true ID. Underneath the white-noise sea, there’s a steady tone in me, quiet as a hidden line— しずかな こどう、まっすぐ な せん. I’m cut-ting through the noise, I’m re-tuning my own voice. ざわめき を きって（いま）、こえ を はなつ —this is the second, right now; I’m ’bout to break out— This is my frequency, （もう ぶれない） razor-true, core-self, me. （ほんね を しんじる） Tuned in—so clear, all the static… disappears. This is my frequency, （ここ が ぼく の せん） signal loud and free. （こころ は じゆう） New ID on the screen— yeah, I’m on my frequency. （だいじょうぶ） Slid the fader, set the dial, no more phantom, no denial. Color-graded every shade, let the old noise drift and fade. Not about a perfect line— it’s the pulse that matches mine. When the world goes out of phase, しんぱく を あげて、げいん を まわす. I’m cut-ting through the noise, I’m re-tuning my own voice. ここ から いこう— こえ を はなて, this is the second, right now; I’m ’bout to break out— If I drift, I re-align, Q wide open, heart in time. Zero-latency truth in me— こたえ は ここ に ある。 This is my frequency, （もう ぶれない） razor-true, core-self, me. （ほんね を しんじる） Tuned in—so clear, all the static… disappears. This is my frequency, （ここ が ぼく の せん） signal loud and free. （こころ は じゆう） New ID: Isteria— living on that frequency. （まっすぐ すすめ） [Outro] Signal—found. Sound—locked. My frequency. I'm Ψ-Isteria, let's go!
