These, falling seconds    Look, like rain.    Or, even better.    A punch, to the stomach.       Faded analogies,    End up not explaining anything    I am trying,    To get across.    To get. Across.       Carbon copy after another    Adorn the walls...    Of every...    House!       How empty it sounds,    When one,    Can't even...    Forge, a path...    To the door.       The illusion,    Of running around...    With, my arms spread... open!       I embrace, this feeling. Nothing else, seems real.    Nothing... else... seems real.       [Chanted:]    I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.    I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.    I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else, seems real.    I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else...    SEAMS REAL!