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?