Figurines that fall like leaves and disappear
Keep calling,
"Is it real? Is it real?"
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe, and 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 mind's slipping far away
I'm falling in and out of touch
Can 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 explain?