Is what I am is a plastic man
Gazing out across a plastic land
And everyone is just a thing
Sit and listen to bells of plastic ring
And Im a genius doing something wrong
Using real words in made up songs
I could cut myself and nothing would come out
cause the blood is frozen solid in my veins
I should know by now that I could cut myself
cause Im solid and its always been that way
Heres the song that I sing
An imitation of the real thing
Heres the time, it doesnt pass
Heres the sand frozen in the hourglass
Touch my skin and know that I can feel
But I cant tell you if feelings real
I could cut myself and nothing would come out
cause the blood is frozen solid in my veins
I should know by now that I could cut myself
cause Im solid and its always been that way