Papers whispers, that's a silent shout
In a world where all dreams can bleed out
Plastic tears droping in a neon rain
In a world where nothing will feel the same
The same
In this plastic world
Feelings grow like mold
Hear my silent scream
The plastic people
Plastic people in a coded dance
Trapped within a programmed trance
Shifting shapes, a twisted hologram
Silent echoes in a molded space
A space
In this plastic world
Feelings grow like mold
Hear my silent scream
The plastic people
Static faces, fabricated
An artificial stance
In this plastic world
Feelings grow like mold
Hear my silent scream
The plastic people
In this plastic world (in this plastic world)
Feelings grow like mold (feelings grow like mold)
Hear my silent scream (hear my silent scream)
The plastic people