I'm standing still
Stuck in this one idea
My whole life
It's just like this plastic bag
Bent myself
Bleached myself
Till I am shapeless and grey
Thrown away
Rolling and, drifting away
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Born with a hole in my chest, I,
Craved to be loved
The admiring eyes
Rebuilt my face, Now I'm above average
Rebuilt my whole body, I'm a fantasy
Now, I can be a vessel of anything
Please, someone, fill me up with something
Worked to the bones to get recognized
They had me all weaponized
Like a machine. One hell of a flawless design
Pretty. Doesn't say a "no"
I shall win this war of getting idolized
This is the value I provide
Male fantasy manifested and so alive
A kind of love that we don't talk about
Hollow inside
Kept with the wave I raised so high
Thoughts I denied
Came crashing down all at once
"I'll never be loved as I am
Unless I keep up with this plastic act
A perfect smile, a thousand times again."
How farther do I have to go?
Maybe I'm paying the price
Of not having a clear map on my mind
When I had the choice
I was too young
I chose to kill my own voice
"Seen, but not heard."
For that goal, I bent myself, bleached myself
And now that I met your taste
You call me an outdated?
Blegh!
Why is all the hate so accurate?
Why is any compliment never profound?
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Plastic to the eyes
Plastic to the chest
Hollow inside
Kept with the wave I raised so high
Thoughts I denied
Came crashing down all at once
"I'll never be loved as I am
Unless I keep up with this plastic act
A perfect smile, a thousand times again."
How farther do I have to go?
Ye, ah
This filthy street
Plastic bags rolling and drifting
Stench of a rat blasted to the stomach
If I get shot, will I ever rot?
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it