Plastic - SMP

Your head will fill the room tonight

The plastic wears you cold and tight

The stage is waiting for you

Like a murder knife

Your head will spin this room tonight

What does it matter?

Your face will fade away

And the crowds have left you

Your pinnacle’s a day

Your vein is beating to the sound

The drug is heavy pulling down

You’re feeling like an insect

Crawling on the ground

The needles smiling like a clown

What does it matter?

Your face will fade away

And the crowds have left you

Your pinnacle’s a day

It doesn’t matter

Your dreams are shattered

You think about it

It’s suicide, suicide today

The lamps will dim, your head is dark

A new calm within it always hits the mark

Pass through the shadows

Words fall in conversation

It’s all truly shallow

Never had the motivation

Your eyes worn closed your arms

Trashed veins that drain dispose

Your way is thin, a standard remark

A new calm within, it always hits the mark