Lyrics
To a industry that s built off of image and fakes, every battle fought and lost
You re just plastic yea you re just plastic, for the ones who don t give a shit
For the ones who don t give a shit, would you lie, in this words we re born to only two types of shades
wearing badges of recognition just to impress our princess and princes
So i stand for the misfits, they told you everything that you wanted to hear Repeat, slim your self up you could have been saved
Every flaw every scare, every flaw every scare
would you cheat
You say that you re sorry and that what i thought, they lied they seduced you until they purchased your fears
there s a storm in the addict and its full of static
Slim your self up you could have been saved, so i stand for the misfits Rinse,, in this words we re born to only two types of shades
By the look on your face you believe it s too late, you re just plastic yea you re just plastic
take a look around no ones asking to be saved
who s pregnant
That we built to encage our own monsters, wearing badges of recognition just to impress our princess and princes, only to discover that fame is not everything
nothing but puppets with hands up their asses
you say that you re sorry and that what i thought
To a industry that s built off of image and fakes, nothing but puppets with hands up their asses, take a look around no ones asking to be saved
Who s pregnant, who s pregnant City, they told you everything that you wanted to hear
By the look on your face i can tell you re afraid, because the truth isn t for the privileged
we re all slaves
now the only way to rest is to pay with your tears
By the look on your face you believe it s too late, nothing but puppets with hands up their asses
you re all plastic recycled and packaged
now the only way to rest is to pay with your tears
Only to discover that fame is not everything, there s a storm in the addict and its full of static City, and to dance with the devil is such a hard dance to sing
Would you cheat, nothing but puppets with hands up their asses
For the ones who don t give a shit, materialistic thought up lives, take a look around no ones asking to be saved
so i stand for the misfits
with magazines and celebrity lies
Now the only way to rest is to pay with your tears, you re just vultures ripping at a culture Repeat, we re all slaves
By the look on your face i can tell you re afraid, i think you re beautiful just the way you are Rinse,, slim your self up you could have been saved
but really you re only sorry at the fact you got caught
Slim your self up you could have been saved, we re all slaves, they lied they seduced you until they purchased your fears
so validate my vanity with illusive thoughts of flattery
By the look on your face you believe it s too late, to a industry that s built off of image and fakes, who s pregnant
What lengths would you seek out the color, with magazines and celebrity lies Repeat, recycled and packaged yea you re just plastic
Who s pregnant, there s a storm in the addict and its full of static
Every flaw every scare, you say that you re sorry and that what i thought Recycle,, for the ones who don t give a shit
Would you cheat, would you cheat
To a industry that s built off of image and fakes, what lengths would you seek out the color, slim your self up you could have been saved
Would you cheat, with magazines and celebrity lies, we re all slaves
You re all plastic recycled and packaged, so validate my vanity with illusive thoughts of flattery
Who s pregnant, we re all slaves Rinse,, now the only way to rest is to pay with your tears
every flaw every scare
we re all slaves
Now the only way to rest is to pay with your tears, because the sound of you crying is like music their ears
i think we re so quick to dismiss the difference
by the look on your face i can tell you re afraid
Who s pregnant, slim your self up you could have been saved
We re all slaves, would you lie, to a industry that s built off of image and fakes
Because the truth isn t for the privileged, because the sound of you crying is like music their ears Fall, to a industry that s built off of image and fakes
nothing but puppets with hands up their asses
By the look on your face you believe it s too late, by the look on your face i can tell you re afraid
Would you cheat, as we fabricate a reality City, and to dance with the devil is such a hard dance to sing
Because the sound of you crying is like music their ears, we re all slaves Repeat, that we built to encage our own monsters
So i stand for the misfits, would you watch your own suffer Repeat, that we built to encage our own monsters
Nothing but puppets with hands up their asses, they lied they seduced you until they purchased your fears Fall, you re all plastic recycled and packaged
We re all slaves, materialistic thought up lives
