Plastic Lives

HOW MANY FINE YEARS HAVE I JUST WASTED

CAUGHT IN THE SPELL OF BLUE LIGHT HYPNOSIS

PASSING BY REAL LIFE, DISILLUSIONED

LEFT ME BUT MEAT AND BONES AND CHEMICAL REACTIONS

AND TIME WON'T EASE MY PROBLEMS

JUST LIKE THEY SAY

I MISS YESTERDAY

DISSECTED FROM EVERY ANGLE

IT STAYS THE SAME

WE'RE MADE TO BREAK

ONE DAY I WOKE UP

TO FIND THAT THE CHILD I THOUGHT I WAS

HAD BEEN BETRAYED FROM THE START

RUSHED TO TURN INTO A BITTER MAN

WHEN DO WE EVER PATCH THE SCARS

LEFT BY THE GROWING PILE OF GHOSTS

WE CARRY ON OUR BACK

ALL OUR LIFE

I'M PLASTIC, A THROWAWAY TRINKET

BOUNDED BY PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE

HOW COULD I NOT SEE PAST THE ILLUSION

TOO LATE I KNOW THAT I'M ALWAYS WAY TOO SLOW

AT NOTICING ANYTHING BEFORE IT'S GONE

BUT TIME WON'T EASE MY PROBLEMS

THE CLOCK WON'T STOP TICKING

TO LET ME GRIEVE

DROWN YOURSELF IN MAKE-BELIEVE

IT WILL STAY THE SAME

WE'RE MADE TO BREAK

AND WE'LL BREAK

OUT OF THE BOX THEN STRAIGHT TO THE TRASH BIN