Plastic Tongues

Trying to speak With plastic tongues Trying to breathe With paper lungs I think you know I think you know But what of the strangers? And the prophets in bars? With all the right thoughts But none of the scars You're trying to get real With avatars But it's all counterfeit It's all funny money It's fuzzy math It doesn't add up You're still Anonymous Trying to speak With plastic tongues Trying to breathe With paper lungs But you do this to yourself But you do this to yourself You do this to yourself You could end this You could take the mask off You could throw the costume away It's a shitty disguise anyway Nobody real falls for it You're just playing dress-up You're just playing make-believe No morе yardsticks Because this doesn't go that deep This doеsn't measure up This doesn't go that deep Watch your step You might get shit on your shoes Watch what you say They may think it's actually true What will the strangers say? If they see the real you? What will they think? If they see the real you? Trying to speak With plastic tongues Trying to breathe With paper lungs No more yardsticks No more measures This doesn't go that deep You're still anonymous You're still anonymous What will they think? What will they think? What will they think? Watch where you step You might get shit on your shoes Watch what you say They may think it's true What will they say About you