My head is overflowing with thoughts I can't allow anyone to know about
I've strayed into a world void of even mistakes
It's being rubbed in so deep it's hard to believe
This "world" that holds only what the eye can see
Can I flush out the truth?
Plastic Tac Tic, no one can go crazy anymore
You, too, are in a plastic beautiful world
In a world with too much beauty, for some reason I can't see the light
My bursting heart is an eternal reflection
Secret remains for you
Don't expose these false colors and futures
fake's plastic world keep it secret motion
#05 Nobody Knows Your Face
MWPSB
Looks like the fairy tale died a moment ago
In a hospital ward made of bricks, I found it hard to sing
Red moon, come out on this foggy night
Now look at me, don't avert your gaze
I was born behind black iron bars
Wish for payback for the evil done
As you wish, I'll give you your justice
Before you destroy and get destroyed
Pay karma's price, and let's go together
Monster without a name
A world where humans' state of mind and the tendency of their personalities can be quantified. While all sorts of inclinations are recorded and policed, these measured numbers used to judge people's souls are commonly called "Psycho-Pass." This story is fiction. The names of all individuals and organizations that appear in the show are fictitious and have no relation to those in existence in the real world.