Plastic

SMP

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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 pinacle'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