Synthetic Paradise

I'm speaking with my silent friends. They are only shadows of wich they once were.

Looking answers for my life. Is this end of my might?

Tell me darling, are you truly happy now? You made machine from our love?

'CAUSE I, I'M ONLY YOUR DOLL!

AND I, I'M ONLY YOUR STRIPPER

PLAY WITH ME AND THROW AWAY

AND PICK UP NEXT IN LINE

Agains I'm talking with my silent friends

they stay quiet as always before

I'm talking abour hearing nothing

my own dialogue with broken mirror

How could our synthetic paradise be like this?

How could we end like this?

How could we play our cards like this?

How could I fall to hell like this?