In the fog, I can't see much of anything.
I operate day to day like I'm dead.
but I got these faint feelings in my head, like your there.
Maybe you missed something I said.
(What's love?)
So what's this love? Is it inbred?
Or is it something you earn like street cred?
I've spent my years paying dues, Being fed all these stupid rules.
From every persons f**ing point of view.
Nothing's true, but the glue that I use to dip my wounds into..
NOW, my skin is HARD and COLD.
A superficial yellow mold.
That I CONTROL.
I'm PLASTIC inside...
I won't ever be the afraid.
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
Synthetically made!
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
I won't ever be the afraid.
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
(and I'm PLASTIC inside)
So I ripped it away......
These days I open my eyes but there's no light.
I keep reaching for the son, only to find, I'm not a chosen one.
I saw a girl with pretty eyes, but I know deep inside,
they're all hollow lies. Just like FRIENDS.
(fu*k THEM)
They like to suffocate with time.
Pretend to love you to the end and turn you out.
but ALL I NEED IS GLUE.
To DIP MY WOUNDS INTO.
NOW. My skin is HARD and COLD.
A superficial yellow mold.
That I CONTROL.
I'm PLASTIC inside...
I won't ever be the afraid.
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
Synthetically made!
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
I won't ever be the afraid.
(I CONTROL) I'm PLASTIC inside.
(and I'm PLASTIC inside)
So I ripped it away......
Plastic. (my skin was fragile)
Plastic. (absorbing all the stains)
WELL I'M PLASTIC! (my skin was fragile)
I'M PLASTIC!
Now it's COLD, HARD AND NUMBBBBBBBBBB!!!!