In the house of Illusion
A girl is sitting on her bed
She is petting her favorite doll
But her eyes are more dead
Than the empty lifeless doll
More dead
Than the father behind the Tv
More dead
Than the mother filled with wine
More dead
Than the brother in the backyard
Who is playing with a lighter

In the house of Illusion
There is a girl without voice
She haven't spoken
Since last she was spoken to

Dead eyes, in a Illusion of a family