Plastic - God Module

I can feel that I’m not real

No denying the reflection you see

Made from things that feel no pain

I have to lie to pretended that I’m me

Making you believe things I never felt

Living a lie means you’re never surprised

I’ll steal your thoughts to define myself

Everything I promise will never arrive

Schizophrenic symptoms

Of my split personality traits

My actions are life-like

But I’m so fucking fake

A synthetic reproduction

Of what I think that you want me to be

If you peel back the plastic

Nothing is all that you’ll see

It look me years to replicate tears

To embrace all the things that I hate

It’s so sad you believed that I cared

When I tell you the truth it’s too late

Tell me all the things that make me human

All the traits that I want to erase

Make a wish you self-deluded bitch

It might come true before you’re replaced

Schizophrenic symptoms

Of my split personality traits

My actions are life-like

But I’m so fucking fake

A synthetic reproduction

Of what I think that you want me to be

If you peel back the plastic

Nothing is all that you’ll see