artificial life

Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe today,
Whatever's following
Will catch up with me.

The disease
That's been chasing,
Making my heart keep on racing,
Has finally got me trapped on the floor.

Something about these walls
Makes me want to explode.
Too many feelings bundled inside,
Baby I gotta unload.

Now I'm seeing
Things crystaline clear.
The only thing written
On your face was fear.

Everything's artificial;
Plastic trees and rubber people.
Makes you wonder
If anything is real.

And you know
Blood never lies.
It never sings,
But always cries.