Peace of Insanity: New Reality (and a self-made soul)

we pack our brains
in these little boxes
we put our bodies on
to reach a bit of success

our blind words we bind
in lovely bundles to be seen
our fears are escaping
our new reality

every day we fall
through the skies
it's getting emptier
by every joyless smile

kings and gods
are back in town
we shut our windows and doors
and we won't come out...

made myself a soul
a little sparkling soul
I placed it nicely behind my ear

I didn't feel alone
my fears had a home
I found it comfortable to be here