She is hurting the whole family, my silent observer.

This isn't our family.

None of them are real, actually, can't exist.

Like you.

Neither is whoever I'm talking to.

You're not real.

You're not real, my silent observer.

And what? 
I am? 
Is any of it real? 
I mean, look at this! 
Look at it! 

A world built on fantasy.

Synthetic emotions in the form of pills.

Psychological warfare in the form of advertising.

Mind-altering chemicals in the form of food.

Brain-washing seminars in the form of media.

Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.

Real? 
You wanna talk about reality, my silent observer? 
We haven't lived in anything remotely close 
to it since the turn of the century.

We turned it off, 
took out the batteries, 
snacked on a bag of GMOs 
while we tossed the remnants 
in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition.

We live in branded houses, 
trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers 
jumping up and down on digital displays, 
hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.

You have to dig pretty deep, fella, 
before you can find anything real.

We live in a kingdom of bullshit! 
A kingdom we've lived in for far too long.

So, don't tell me about not being real! 
I'm no less real than the beef patty in your Big Mac.

As far as you're concerned, my silent observer, I am very real.

We are all together now, whether you like it or not.