Synthetic Paradise

I'm speaking with my silent friends

they are only shadows of which 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

Again I'm talking with my silent friends

they stay quiet as always before

I'm talking but 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?