Plastic

Your head will fill the room tonight
 The plastic wears you cold and tight
 The stage is waiting for you
 Like a murder knife
 Your head will spin this room tonight
 What does it matter your face will fade away
 And the crowds have left you your pinacle's a day
 Your vein is beating to the sound
 The drug is heavy pulling down
 You're feeling like an insect
 Crawling on the ground
 the needles smiling like a clown
 What does it matter
 Your face will fade away
 And the crowds have left you
 Your pinnacle's a day
 It doesn't matter
 your dreams are shattered
 You think about it
 It's suicide suicide today
 The lamps will dim your head is dark
 A new calm within it always hits the mark
 Pass through the shadows
 Words fall in conversation
 it's all truly shallow
 Never had the motivation
 Your eyes worn closed your arms
 Trashed veins that drain dispose
 Your way is thin a standard remark
 A new calm within it always hits the mark