Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling Is it real? Is it real? Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling What is real? What is real? This world can really be too much I can't take another day I guess that I've just had enough My minds slipping faraway I'm falling in and out of touch Could someone please explain?
Set my mind to open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly What am I? What am I? Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing What is real? What is real? It's really all become too much I'm not sure what I should feel I guess I've finally had enough I don't know if this is real I'm crashing in and out of touch Can anyone explain?