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There's a pain inside my head
There's a hole inside my chest
There are chains around my feet
and a life that feels like death

Plastic, Plastic
all i feel is
Plastic, Plastic
all around me
Plastic, Plastic
I walk in a daze

Now who is the architect
of tis phony artifact
it ist me and it is you
it's in all the things we do

Guess who is the architect
of this life without effect
a synthetic scenery
that was built by you and me

every word and every smile
always seem so fake to me
superficial in bad style
maddening triviality

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