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Plastic Fruit
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Punk
Plastic Fruit was released on September 3, 2025 by Snake in the grass records as a part of the album The Omnipotent Wage
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Release DateSeptember 3, 2025
LabelSnake in the grass records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lee Switzer-Woolf
Lee Switzer-Woolf
Bass
Alex Steer
Alex Steer
Guitar
Seb Olrog
Seb Olrog
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Switzer-Woolf
Lee Switzer-Woolf
Songwriter
Alex Steer
Alex Steer
Songwriter
Seb Olrog
Seb Olrog
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Steer
Alex Steer
Producer
Dave Chang
Dave Chang
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They're bleaching all the mannequins
Gotta keep the show home clean
We all complete the circuit
Blind to the machine
We're checking in at the click and collect
Don't want to disappear off of the grid
Lose signal here and lose yourself
Polystyrene teeth crumbling biting into plastic fruit
The cardboard streets are shuddering
From the marching boots
We didn't think we'd hear them coming
We thought that we'd be sleeping through
So what are we gonna do
I could've sworn that I could hear a war
Through the white noise machine
It must've been a car alarm
Malfunctioning
The bulb in the projector's blown
We're faced with our reflections in our windows
At the precipice of consciousness
This is
Polystyrene teeth crumbling biting into plastic fruit
The cardboard streets are shuddering
From the marching boots
We didn't think we'd hear them coming
We thought that we'd be sleeping through
So what are we gonna do
So what are we gonna do
The mortar leans into the firmament
It's something otherworldly
The curving of a universe
In the fish eye of a phone screen
Sending pictures back home
Like Look at what shadows me
A star-less canopy of petrol puddles
Reflecting in the rising steam
Here, where the monsters hide
In plain sight in beige suits and loosely tied ties
We all think we're out of our depth
Until we catch a bus full of souls all gasping for breath
All clasping their chests
With one hand while checking their texts
While approximately 60 feet above our heads
Is the water line
Eating up the burning sky
The rising tide here to signal what the end?
Written by: Alex Steer, Lee Switzer-Woolf, Seb Olrog
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