• This seems real to me, this painted world
    The cardboard houses, plastic trees
    The run down world I supposably live in
    I trip over and fall down, going backwards
    Just to smile and get back up again
    I'm in this artificial world
    Never really making any progress
    Painted smiles, painted happiness, right?

    Because this world is fake
    Artificial
    I'm rubber and heartless
    Unreal

    I feel so restricted, so forbidden
    How could I have been so blind for all these years?
    Eyes are finally opened, to the mess I'm in
    Tumbleweeds hesitantly crossing the road
    But I feel like that one chicken
    That everyone makes fun of
    Because they never know why he crossed the road
    Yet, I'm still unable to cross it
    I guess I'm just one big joke to them

    Because I feel so isolated
    From the outside world
    Because mine's fake; Artificial
    Nothing's real anymore
    But if two negatives make a positive
    I can be fake, I can act fake
    And maybe things will start to seem real again
    Everything I have in this world
    Can all fall down, because my rubber legs wont
    I have no control here
    It's all the work of the plastic trees
    No oxygen in this fake world
    So why am I breathing?

    There's no gravity, yet, I'm glued to the ground
    There's a fear in me, I won't show it
    Because two negatives make a positive
    And right now, I need to be fake; Artificial
    I've got to put on my camouflage
    And doll myself up, just like the chicken
    So I can cross the road as someone else
    Paint a smile, store it in your pocket
    Because you're going to need it someday
    And right now, I wish I could borrow yours

    Because this world is fake
    Artificial
    I'm rubber and heartless
    Unreal

    Crystallized tears run down my cheeks
    It's cold in hell; Eternally frozen over
    Just like I am now