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 i'm 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 i'm solid and it's always been that way
Here's the song that i sing
an imitation of the real thing
here's the time, it doesn't pass
here's the sand frozen in the hourglass
touch my skin and know that i can feel
but i can't tell you if feeling's 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 i'm solid and it's always been that way