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