Plastic Bomb

The lie is so real, I almost believe it

Conceit flows like sewage

How could you conceive it?

Shake my hand, look me in the eye

Smile and think of ways I'll die

Plastic bomb, plastic smile

Fake commitment, blood soaked style

Wrapped in a fur, trapped in a cancer

The swansong's over for the littlest dancer

Mistrust so explosive, apathetic corrosive

When I ask for it straight up

False face is compulsive

Try to stand tall, falling face down

Big fish, Small town, Small fish, Ghost town