Figurines that fall like leaves the 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 far away 
                                            I'm falling out of touch 
                                            Could someone please explain? 
                                             
                                            Set my mind for 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 please explain?