How much is real? So much to question.
 An epidemic of the mannequins, contaminating everything.
We thought came from the heart, but never did right from the start.
Just listen to the noises. No more sad voices.
Before you tell yourself it's just a different scene, remember it's just different from what you've seen.
Because I'm looking at you through the glass, I don't know how much time has passed.
All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head.