I want to breathe your flowers
Speak silently for hours
Held tight in your embrace
Your intoxicating grace

We may look happy,
But it’s merely a guise.
We stand on tall buildings,
Planning our own demise.

No magician could ever escape it
Nor any athlete ever outrun it

No genius could ever outwit it
Nor any man ever buy out of it

It's the only thing that no one wants
But everyone shares as equals

What is reality?
Is everything a lie?
Do we live just to die?
And should we even try?

What is reality?
Is it short and sweet?
Is there a God to meet?
Does it matter who gets beat?

Is reality in the air we breathe,
Or in the people we love?
Or the heavens above?

Where can I go,
in order to find,
this pleasant reality,
that you speak of?

This mask I wear
It conceals myself
I cannot bear
To reveal myself
This mask I wear
I paint it well
So no one sees that my life is hell
The mask I wear
It’s cracking at the seems
The light I’ve neglected so long
It’s starting to shine through
And maybe, just maybe,
I’ll finally be real to you.