Everything is plastic
Nothing is realistic
What to believe what not to believe
What are we trying to achieve?
Plastic mind or a plastic heart?
What’s real and what is not?
We are living dolls poisoned with emotion
We live in a world filled with illusion
I woke up one night and I realized everything
I was frozen when everything around me was moving
You see, we are plastic nothing human left in us
We are trying to look perfect, but look at us!
My pencil is getting smaller I can’t write a thing
Are we too perfect to be complaining?
We are fading and we became boundless
I’m running away and leaving this stress