* Nothing is real, and, that's how I feel

Maybe I'm right but that's not my style

I'm not the one, I'm not the sun

But when I shine, nobody minds, do you?



Victory's here but it's not so near

See how that goes, quiet and slow, too much to say

I'll make it O.K., give me sometime, tell me no lies



** Take me to your plastique machine

Show me 'round your plastique scene

Take me to your plastique machine

Show me 'round your plastique scene

Move me with your plastique mind

And shoot me with your plastique eyes



[Repeat * , ** , **]



I Breathe your words the truth it hurts

Choking on promises that soothe my soul



Abused, Accused, Confused

So now I choose To leave and live my life free