Lyrics of 'The Plastic People' by Zion I
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I cripple the cage, The structure starts collapsing, The suit's
taylor made. It's the only one that fits me, did i make the
grade? i feel the pressure that my bed is already made. So i
guess I'll lie here in the grave i made, and decompose...
Those plastic coated people are out to get you...
So save yourself now, or stay, fight, and die...
I'm not afraid, but im a slave to this rat race. Always wanting
more, until my cup is more full than the next guy's Ill keep
scraping away, I'll keep digging my grave, like a blade to my
vein.
Cutting and scraping and carving my life away. Until i just
can't take anymore....
Those plastic coated people are out to get you...
Those plastic coated people want to sacrifice you...
This is the slow dying process. Until death...
Burning. This is over.
Those plastic coated people are on to you.
You know your life is over, those plastic coated people are on
to you.
This is nothing, to the pain you'll feel
Cut, cut it, cut, cut the cord...
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