Plastic Bomb - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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

Woah-ohhh

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

Woah-ohhh

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

Woah-ohhh