Plastic Heaven

Cold gloss has eaten the living sky,
Artificial stars blind the gaze.
We come here for what no one has experienced,
But this path is a plastic facade.


In a world of copies, the original is erased,
Who were you, and who have you become now?
Surrogates cure our pain,
Play this imposed role to the end.

Припев
Plastic Paradise — a perfect captivity!
Don't ask mannequins for changes.
Plastic Paradise — mirages of a dream,
You and I have burned down in this matrix.


Fake flowers don't smell of summer,
And there is no warmth in synthetic words.
All our secrets are hidden under a ban,
Behind a bright layer of sticky emptiness.


In a world of copies, the original is erased,
Who were you, and who have you become now?
Surrogates cure our pain,
Play this imposed role to the end.

Припев
Plastic Paradise — a perfect captivity!
Don't ask mannequins for changes.
Plastic Paradise — mirages of a dream,
You and I have burned down in this matrix.


Take me away from here...
Plastic Paradise.


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