Plastic People

Papers whispers, that's a silent shout (shout) In a world where all dreams can bleed out (bleed out) Plastic tears droping in a neon rain (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