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(untitled) ("Plastic Man")


Plastic man, wake me up in smouldering heat
Flames are burning, chasing me through the sky.
Ever looked to the sea
And found a place?
Hiding was so easy
With a mask over the face.
Cutting man, rip apart my structured life
Place a scar, across my hideous face.
Don’t think it’s easy
Cause it’s real hard,
To bring back the memories
I tried to discard.

Melt away my thoughts
This is where it all ends.
A land that is promised
Will be re-promised, again and again.

Open your eyes, see the world and its flashing lights
Break the ice, across the darkness of night.
You’re mentally awake
But you turn away,
See how I’ve lived
And see the price I’ve paid.
For the anger, that I woke up inside
Now the truth, is choking my very existence.
The beliefs of a thousand souls
Ready to live forever
Getting off on a religious high
But they never really wanted to die.

The crises of a thousand hearts
Searching for a place to hide
Ready to live forever
But they never really wanted to die.

This is the penalty we live
The price we have to pay,
For speaking words of abandonment
Observing what is today.


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The maths test I made little effort on
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The song lyric I spent the rest of my time on
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