Plastic - ITCHY

There’s a pain inside my head

There’s a hole inside my chest

There are chains around my feet

And a life that feels like death

Plastic, Plastic

All i feel is

Plastic, Plastic

All around me

Plastic, Plastic

I walk in a daze

Now who is the architect

Of 'tis phony artifact

It is me and it is you

It’s in all the things we do

Guess who is the architect

Of this life without effect

A synthetic scenery

That was built by you and me

Every word and every smile

Always seem so fake to me

Superficial in bad style

Maddening triviality

Plastic, Plastic

All i feel is

Plastic, Plastic

All around me

Plastic, Plastic

I walk in a daze

Now who is the architect

Of 'tis phony artifact

It is me and it is you

It’s in all the things we do

Guess who is the architect

Of this life without effect

A synthetic scenery

That was built by you and me

(Ooh, ooh…)