Plastic truth, eyes disguised, money and pill clouds fill the skies. You keep on searching, don't know what for, frozen inside, craving more. All you get are lies, thrown hard in your face, politicians laughing at the human race. And when the world burns slowly into ash — we'll sow our seeds in what's left at last.
The line wraps 'round the corner wall, fashion sales are calling all. It drives the crowd to fight and chase, like happiness was sold in that place. Bright screen shining, empty lives, numbing brains with digital lies. Scroll and click, swallow today, ads keep hunting, won't go away.
Plastic truth, eyes disguised, money and pill clouds fill the skies. You keep on searching, don't know what for, frozen inside, craving more. All you get are lies, thrown hard in your face, politicians laughing at the human race. And when the world burns slowly into ash — we'll sow our seeds in what's left at last.
Neon lights in the city night, lie and cheat, keep you awake till light. A pill unlocks the gates above, but in the morning hell waits, my love. Need more to fill this hollow chest, souls go cheap in the market of stress. You can't break in, you're stuck outside, just push that pill and run, don't hide.
Plastic truth, eyes disguised, money and pill clouds fill the skies. You keep on searching, don't know what for, frozen inside, craving more. All you get are lies, thrown hard in your face, politicians laughing at the human race. And when the world burns slowly into ash — we'll sow our seeds in what's left at last.
And when it all collapses through, what's left in hand but memories of you? What the fuck are we gonna do?
Who will save us from ourselves? Who will free us, break these shells? We don't know each other, don't know our name, life slips by, it's a losing game.
Plastic truth, eyes disguised, money and pill clouds fill the skies. You keep on searching, don't know what for, frozen inside, craving more. All you get are lies, thrown hard in your face, politicians laughing at the human race. And when the world burns slowly into ash — we'll sow our seeds in what's left at last.